Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
"You know, nothing says you can never go back," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. The dishes washed and the food eaten, he gestured to the stairs. "How about I show the two of you your room?" he offered, moving toward the bottom of the stairs.
"Why not?" he asked. It was a natural question, he thought, to such a leading statement. Once, Dietre had been slotted to take over the family business, but now that was entirely off the table. So why? "Nobody knows," he said, dark eyes meeting Dietre's. "I think about changing the past a lot. What my life would be like, if things had been different. Then I have to let it go, because I'm never going to know. Maybe I would have ended up a whole different kind of asshole if they had."
He flashed a smile and began climbing the stairs. From ahead, he declared, "That was a joke."