Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
Adrian didn't like small, claustrophobic spaces, never had, but the house struck a nice balance between minimalist decoration and old-house niches. He had picked it for a sentimental reason, namely that it reminded him of the apartment Eulalia had moved them into in London. It was the first time he had lived outside the U.S, and it remained a bright spot in his memory. Safe, comfortable, and warm.
He got along well with animals, generally speaking. When the Obscurus was dormant, there was nothing terribly wrong with him. Hopefully there would never be any reason for it to show its head inside this house.
"Cool," he said, giving Sieglinde a good old-fashioned scrubdown with his fingernails. He smoothed a hand over her ears, then stood. He wasn't a tall man, scraping just a little above average. "Not promising that it'll be anything fancy, but it will be food. BLTs okay? Are you vegeterian or gluten-free or anything?" He wasn't exactly one to talk about fattening anybody up, since he'd always been thin for his height, but Dietre didn't quite look healthy. Having decent food available might be a good thing, though who knew how depression might affect is appetite. He made a mental note to make sure there was always something easy hanging around.
He caught that anxious look with a mildly amused smile. "I make a stupid amount of money at my job for a single person," he said, flat and matter of fact. But maybe it would make him feel better to chip in? He paused. "I mean obviously you can if you want to. Just saying, no big deal." It seemed to bother Dietre more than he expected to take without giving. He made a note of that, too.
He moved down the hallway toward the open doorway into the kitchen. "I'm going to start cooking. You can hang, if you want, or get settled in." He flashed a smile.