Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
“He never said you two were boyfriends, I didn’t know.” More of that sulky, pouty look. Dietre used to be quite good at Holly’s deadpan thing, but that was when he was drowning under a helpful parade of antipsychotic and mood stabilizing medications. Now he was just down to a few anxiety meds and his emotions were free to run rampant on his features without his consent or knowledge. It was mortifying.
To be honest, a physical fight would probably less frightening than running blinding through verbal landmines. There was no confusion when it came to punches, and when it was over it’d be over. This prolonged tension was Hell on Dietre’s nerves. “...I am chill.” He lied. Noah was always telling him to chill too, maybe Holly wasn’t so mismatched with Noah after all.
Dietre followed Holly to the register, though he had hoped to browse a little longer in search of possible presents. The way things were going he didn’t think he should, Holly probably wanted him gone and out of his hair. He was in the act of pulling out his wallet (fine leather bought for a ridiculous price long before his life went to shit and he was cut off from his father’s money) when he was stopped by the mention of ‘gramps’.
“Gram-- Ah… Grandfather?” His brows came together, head tilting slightly. “Who is your grandfather?” As far as Dietre was aware, he hadn’t spoken to anyone that old.