Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
"But you'll ask me that, and we just met. Ballsy." Blank, impassive, same as always. Holly had answered, right? He'd been honest, but he could tell Dietre wasn't buying it. Just like he could tell that Dietre wasn't feeling him. He, Holly, was considering a lot of stuff as he stood there with his face blank. He was taking in how Dietre looked and sounded, for example, and he was absolutely going to ask Noah if he had a thing for dark-haired sullen guys, because maybe this was beginning to look like a thing? Anyway, Holly wasn't surprised to hear that Dietre had expected him to be more energetic. Energetic, and, probably other stuff. "Prettier too, I bet," he said knowingly. Look, Holly knew his appeal was an everyday-guy kinda thing. He got that he probably was way uninspiring to Dietre over there with his sharp cheekbones.
"You don't think we hurt people we're into? I think it's cool when music's real," he said, inscrutably hollow. The more jealous he became of Dietre's entitlement? The chiller Holly appeared. The accent, Dietre's accent, was kinda surprising to Holly, but there wasn't any indication of that either. "So, you're into music and poetry, huh? Always an artsy guy?" He was kinda trying to figure out where this Dietre and the Dietre he'd known diverged.
Holly loved this song, though, and he listened a little bit. And, okay, so Dietre earned some brownie points for appreciating Billie. "It's a great song," he said, a moment of genuine amid all that blank. "So, what's Noah to you?" He took the record off the turntable, and he tucked it back into his sleeve and handed it out, in case Dietre wanted to take that one, too.