Re: Dietre + Oliver ; diner times
A little nod was given at the confirmation of the other boy's identity, though Dietre looked a little dubious about being given a nickname so soon. It implied a familiarity he had little experience with, but maybe it was a good thing. It meant he hadn't put Oliver off him yet, his chances of making a friend weren't ruined.
Humming a noncommittal sound in his throat, he followed Oliver to a booth like an obedient dog. His nervousness made him fidgety, and so he plucked a laminated menu from its holder and pretended to look it over while occasionally stealing glimpses at Oliver's unruly bleached hair and paint stained fingers.
"Pie is... um-- I like it well enough." Like movies, Dietre was rather indifferent when it came to food. He was never one to get much pleasure from eating. To him, it was something one had to do to live and not much more. He could go a whole day without a meal and not notice, and he had done so quite often back before his time in college. Skipping meals was frowned upon at Quiet Home, however, so while the food was terrible, he ate more regularly these days.
"Misha suggested having a hamburger." Dietre seemed oblivious to the fact that it was probably not a good idea to reveal he had discussed Oliver with his former boyfriend. He had no guilt over tattling on Damian's disparaging comments and comparisons, not that anything he told him would change Misha's opinion. He found it rather annoying how Misha was so quick to deny or make excuses, but he supposed that's the sort of thing people did when they were in love. "He said he doesn't think we're similar... Would you rather we were? ...Or no?"