Re: Dietre + Oliver ; diner times
"Misha is good with people," Dietre countered, barely missing a beat. "Everyone seems to like him." He breathed a sigh through his nose, fingers finally going still. Did Misha know how lucky he was? D had yet to speak to a single person who expressed a truly negative thought about the boy. Misha was not just good with people, but he was good in general. Though he found himself jealous, Dietre could not bring himself to hate him. He even hoped to be friends with him, real friends, but Damian's existence made that an unlikely scenario.
The waitress survived her second appearance without any harsh looks from Dietre. He accepted his coffee with a quiet politeness, taking a cue from Oliver and drowning the bitterness with two packets of sugar and several creams.
Again he played the contrarian, defending the other carnival workers. "They may be losers, but they seem happy to me." He cupped his coffee mug between his hands, letting the heat radiate through his palms. "I can't help but envy them that."
Dietre considered Oliver's revelation about his education. Like a magpie, he gathered and stored away any little thing he discovered he shared in common with someone else as if they were shiny jewels. "Hm... But you liked college, didn't you?" A pause. He wasn't used to talking so much. But conversations were a dance of give and take. "I hated it. Though... perhaps if I went for music the way you went for art, I would have enjoyed myself."