Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
That brief relaxation was over with, Dietre grew more tense by the minute, jaw sometimes clenched, muscles twitching. Holly’s indifference bothered him greatly, and he felt himself on the verge of getting up in arms, feeling attacked somehow by having his questions thrown back at him. “You either hate him or you don’t. I believe he is under the impression that you don’t, currently.” Those grey green eyes shot daggers, demanding to be told, without words, if Noah was wrong.
“Yes, I think so. A good, decent sort of person.” Someone who’d buy a milkshake for a stranger and console them after a breakup. There weren’t many people who would do that. Noah might be confusing to talk to and might laugh at his posts online for inexplicable reasons, but he was nice. Genuinely nice.
Threaten him? Dietre let out a sort of huff, averting his gaze, backing down. “No.” He mumbled with a frown. “...I just think he deserves someone who’s good too.” Or, at the very least, someone who made him happy. Dietre sighed through his nose and watched the record spin. “Though, I suppose that isn’t my place to say…” And it really wasn’t. And now Dietre was annoyed with himself for putting his nose where it didn’t belong.