Re: Dietre + Oliver ; diner times
"My brothers all have issues," which was, frankly, putting things mildly. "I guess that's what I meant, but maybe it was a bad comparison." Oliver's contemplative frown reflected back at him from the metallic top of the shaker that was crusted over with little chunks of salt. He wiped them away with his thumb. "Besides, we don't really get along... my brothers and me. I'm sure most of them hate me," which didn't seem like a self-deprecating or self-loathing statement, just... likely the truth. Oliver didn't seem saddened by this admission. In fact, he smiled up at Dietre from across the booth after a moment.
"Somebody like you, what does that mean? Like you how?" When the tired-eyed waitress appeared in that moment, Oliver ordered some hot tea before glancing with expectation across the table to Dietre to place his own drink order.
"Off the forums? No, not really. I've mostly met people just from walking through town. I met Misha at the Quiet Home. Met other people just by working at shops around Main Street. I've met a couple of people here," he gestured briefly to the diner as a whole. "I used to come here at night and sketch a guy. He was my muse for awhile, but I guess he finally split town..."
Oliver finally relinquished the salt shaker and nudged it back toward its pepper friend. "I guess you don't meet up with many people at all, huh?"