What was he going to do? It was obvious that he just wasn't going to remember anything, so it was pointless to keep trying. It seemed he had no choice but to stand there and wait until Vincent showed up. Only...what if Vincent had come home already while he was out? And if so, what if he didn't come down this way until tomorrow morning? Dietre was very doubtful that the doorman would let him stay in the lobby all night, and, well, surely the other people living here might notice him there at some ungodly hour and be disturbed. People called the police for such little things, it was very possible that some one might call them because he was 'loitering' or some other kind of nonsense.
So intent was he on trying to remember, and worrying over a myriad of pessimistic 'what if's that he did not notice anyone else coming into the lobby. It was a bad habit of his, to focus so completely on his thoughts that he was deaf and blind to anything else, but spending so much time alone...who could blame him, really? Suddenly a sweet, merry voice sounded right beside him, and a girl seeming to just materialize out of thin air.
"No." The word blurted out, for he was momentarily too startled to think, but a second later he realized his rudeness and went stammering to make up for it.
"Yes...Well...uh..." He frowned faintly, and though it was clear he was embarrassed, his expression seemed muted compared to the wavering in his voice.
"..Only...Only a little.." A mumbled admission as he turned his head, averting his gaze from the girl. He wasn't used to be smiled at so pleasantly, as though some one were actually thrilled to see him. He just couldn't bring himself to look at her, even though from the glimpse he got, she was really quite pretty.