Re: log: dietre a. & daniel w.
It took a moment for Dietre to realize that Daniel was preparing to leave, and when he did, he stood also, trying his best, and failing, to keep a look of dismay from his face. He grew tired, yes, but that did not mean he wanted to sleep. Having Daniel here gave him to excuse to stay up, and distracted him from the self destructive thoughts that haunted him in his solitude.
He could not find his voice right away, he could only stand there awkwardly, an arm crossing his body to clutch his thin wrist. It wasn't until Daniel turned away, his back to him, that he could speak. "There is such a piano," he blurted, husky voice quick with nervousness.
"In an abandoned house, in the woods. It is an upright, barely in tune, but-- A friend showed me the place." A soft bite to his lower lip before he went on. "If you care to have me play for you again, sometime, we could meet there...?" It was far more frightening to extend such an invitation in person than it was online, and Dietre's voice wavered.
Bravery spent, he ended on the usual pleasantries. "It was nice to meet you. Thank you for taking the time to come listen to me." Watching people leave gave him a strange, hopeless sort of feeling. That was the problem with having company, once they were gone, you were left feeling lonelier than before.