Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
Dietre's face displayed emotions in the same way Holly's face hid his. He regarded that lying embarrassment with a cultivated blank. He almost asked what the fuck was going on, but why bother? Holly didn't expect truth from people, and he'd get to the bottom of this without needing to ask Dietre more questions, right? He was kinda surprised Noah hadn't hit his phone yet, to be honest, and maybe he was getting way better at hiding shit these days. "You know, it's way obvious when you lie. You kinda suck at it," he said, and he pushed over the records in their bag. "On the house. I have to insist. And I'll be nice and let you hit Noah up before I do." Holly couldn't help calling people on their bullshit, right? Sometimes, he was a catty bitch.
But the thing about Gramps was kinda outside himself. He didn't know what Gramps had told Dietre, what Gramps hadn't told Dietre, and he really didn't want to mess up whatever Gramps had going on, so, yeah, the uncle thing. He could tell Dietre wasn't buying it, but whatever. There had been a kid in school who's aunt was way younger than him. It wasn't unheard of.
"Yeah, we weren't here for a while, while he was getting better, but he's good now, and we're back." Which was true, thankfully. Not that Holly appeared relieved or anything, but he was relieved. He'd just lost his dad, and he didn't want to lose Gramps too, not in this weird place where no one was right.
The piano thing? Not surprising. Gramps collected people, it seemed, regardless of timeline. And he wasn't surprised to find this Dietre was into tinkling the keys. "Yeah? Cool. He's into music. It's genetic." Which wasn't actually a scientific fact, but it felt like a connection, so Holly clung to it... blankly, of course.