Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
Sometimes Dietre just needed a gentle push to come to a decision, he could be quite terrible at making them on his own. He nodded thoughtfully at Adrian’s encouragement, his own desire to save the instrument helping him see things in a more positive light than usual. “Alright, I will. The next time I see him… I’ll ask.” Not exactly a promise, but close enough. He even almost smiled again, growing more comfortable in little bits, by slivers of fractions, as time wore on.
“Perhaps that is why Misha asked you to house me… So we could become friends, maybe…?” This bit of musing started off strong, but became shy towards the end. It felt a sort of presumptuous thing to say, or, at the very least, jinxing. As much as he wanted more friends, he was afraid to get too hopeful. It was early yet, there was plenty of time for Adrian to learn how insufferable he could be. It was sure to happen, eventually.
Cutting a wary look to Dietre as if she thought he’d tell her no, Sieglinde snapped up that dangled bacon strip as if she expected it to be yanked away. She ate quickly, no doubt congratulating herself on getting away with being naughty as Dietre looked indulgently on, letting her have her moment.
“Um, yes… Thank you.” Dietre had yet to try beer, having just turned twenty-one over the winter. He had his share of wine, perhaps he was the pretentious one, but not a sip of beer. Now was as good a time as any.
“Have you had roommates before?” He asked before taking his first bite of the BLT, his mouth filled with the smoky, savory taste of bacon and the fresh tang of tomato.