Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
“I was just curious.” Defensive again. Was it really so ballsy to ask someone if they hated your friend? It seemed a thing people would want to know. Dietre was frowning again, self doubting and frustrated. He felt Holly was being rude, and so he allowed himself to be a bit rude in return. Dietre was aware of those cheekbones of his, thank you, aware that on the subject of ‘pretty’ he was it and Holly was not. His eye lids lowered, chin lifted in a cool, haughty look. “Maybe...”
“People are hurt by the ones they love, but I don’t think anyone sets out to hurt someone they love. If they did, then they don’t really love them.” Dietre had been hurt by those he cared about, again and again. He knew all about being on the receiving end of pain, but not what it was like to be the one dishing it out. If he did hurt someone he wasn’t going to tell them it happened because he loved them, that was just ridiculous. “That’s not being real, that’s being a… a bloody asshole.” Swearing didn’t come naturally to him, a thing he shared with the Dietre from Holly’s universe, and he colored up after the word left his tongue, a display of innocence.
Artsy? “I suppose you could say that.” The things and people that interested him most were involved with the arts. Painters, writers, photographers and musicians. He admired creativity and those capable of creating beauty.
Dietre did want the Gloomy Sunday record, he took it without hesitation, adding it to The Ink Spots single. He didn’t tuck them under his arm for fear that they’d slip out from their sleeves, he held them as one would a pizza box, a hand on each side.
“Noah’s a friend. ...I think.” He hoped. “I talk to him on the forums once in a while…”