Re: Dietre + Oliver ; diner times
"Misha isn't like most people... and yeah, he's a nice guy." A sip of the scalding tea later, and Oliver winced, swallowing down the burn. "Not everybody likes him.. promise. That is the way of the world, even nice people get hated on." Another sip and then a lot of hand movements to describe how he was feeling in the only way he knew how. "I don't trust nice, do you always trust nice?" Another sip, exhaling earl grey steam. "Besides, what does Misha matter to you? Are you guys sleeping together?" The question wasn't accusatory, just a little curious. Knowing Misha, and more importantly knowing the relationship that Misha developed with Damian, Oliver found the coming answer to be totally negative... but he asked it all the same.
"Besides, do you know what is even better than being liked? Being disliked." Smiling from across the table, all shitty bleach job and brother-learned charisma, Oliver waved his coffee spoon in a circle like a wand from across the table, pointing it straight at Dietre. "You don't gotta be liked by everybody... having one friend can be enough. And if you're both disliked by the masses? The drama is good and real." A lick from his spoon back. "I mean, if you can handle it."
The talk of college brought a bitter laugh from Oliver, who also waved the waitress away because he hadn't decided between a cheeseburger or waffles yet. "Okay, so the first time I went? I wasn't ready. I went to class and didn't understand anything the way that they were teaching it. I went to some parties and it was the worst, so I dropped out because I didn't know how to... be around people, I guess?" Tea, Tea, Tea! "But anyway, I went for a summer program in July and it was really good. I was on such a better page, I wasn't depressed at all, I went to class and made friends and fucked and painted and..." Sweet sigh from over his nearly-empty mug. "It was so cool."
Talk of the other people at the carnival made Oliver quiet for a moment. "Have you tried medication?" Their entire conversation was revolving around depression, after all. "Why didn't you go for music?" The waitress filled his cup with hot water and brought along another with a teabags and some lemon wedges that Oliver wouldn't use.