Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
"Maybe I didn't try hard enough to be accepted... or accepting." A subtle shake of the head, a twinge of guilt. "No- I know I didn't. Everyone there seemed like they were part of a big family. It was intimidating." Dietre didn't grow up with a proper sense of family. He yearned for one, but had no idea how to be part of one when given a chance. That fear of rejection was too strong in him.
Dietre stood when Adrian took his plate, looking uncertain. He felt he should offer to do the cleaning since Adrian did the cooking, but couldn't assert himself enough to actually claim the responsibility and take over. So he just stood there, feeling awkward again, and nodded in acknowledgement of being permitted to eat whatever he’d like.
“Business. Boring, but easy. My father wanted me to take over for him. I suppose it's cliche.” He shrugged, “But I don’t have to worry about that anymore.” He was technically free, too bad all of his issues still kept him in a cage. “I don’t know if my life would really have turned out much better if I had gone for music like I wanted.”