Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
Holly had been born a good liar, or it felt like that, and one of the worst things about being in this timeline? Was that literally no one knew him well enough to see past all the bullshit walls, no one but Noah, and that was kinda tough. This Dietre, the one standing there looking like Holly had just taken his favorite plush animal and torn it apart with his bare hands? He was always going to have trouble with Holly's way of talking, right? Unlike the Dietre that Holly knew. It didn't make him feel bad about any of it, because Holly was way lacking in empathy. He hadn't insulted Dietre. He'd just said the truth. Dietre did suck at lying.
Instead, he nodded about the bag and the records and sheet music. "Yeah. I'm sure. I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." Bland, calm, there wasn't any ire or recrimination in the statement. Like everything else, it was kinda just fact.
Dietre mumbled about not telling Noah, and Holly just let him mumble. Dietre had come in here demanding to know if he hated Noah, if he was an asshole, etc., and now he didn't like being told to message the guy? Yeah, okay. "You can message Gramps too. I'm sure he'd like to hear from you." Likely true. Gramps, Holly had realized, was into being super social from his enclave above the music store.
He watched Dietre retreat in that slunk, and he shook his head. He'd liked the Dietre in his timeline enough that he didn't immediately text Noah to roast the one here. He waited. See? He could be marginally less catty sometimes. But was he, like, bubbling with pointed questions he wanted to ask? Oh, yeah..