Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
"You don't fit in at the carnival?" It was a gentle tease. Wasn't the carnival intended to be a home for people who didn't fit in anywhere else? Dietre was clearly hard on himself, and the question implied he might have felt more out of place than he actually was. "Sure, why not? I haven't been over there in forever." He couldn't actually remember the last time he'd visited, it had been so long."
His sandwich finished, he placed his plate in the sink, conveniently beside him on the counter. Then he slid from the countertop reaching for Dietre's plate as well. "You can eat pretty much whatever you want in the fridge if you get hungry later," he said. If eating was a challenge, he was going to make sure he put as much food in Dietre's path as he could.
"A nightmare? I'm sorry." He flicked the faucet, running hot water over the plates, then loaded them into the dishwasher. "What were you studying that came so easily?"