Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
“Hn.” A soft sound of acknowledgement. Dietre wasn’t sure if he’d ever want to go back to living at the carnival. Most of his time there had been spent hiding in his house, or walking to and from rehearsals and shows, going out of his way to avoid having to interact with anyone beyond what was required for his job. He didn’t know why he was so scared of them, no one had ever tried to make him feel bad. Beau was friendly and welcoming, and then there was Sadie who was kind enough to endure his weepy ridiculousness and chat the night away. Thinking about how he acted was unpleasant, and he gave a little shake of his head to clear his thoughts.
“Yes, of course.” Dietre hoped the charming oldness present in the first floor of the house continued upstairs too. He snapped his fingers so that Sieglinde would follow and joined Adrian at the stairs.
Why did he not have to worry about following in his father’s footsteps? Now that was a question that needed careful consideration to answer. “Um… Well. I’ve been... disowned, I guess you could say.” Things were going well, he didn’t want to ruin it with the truth. Not that he was lying. Little did he know that feeding someone little vague bits of information only made them more curious. “I’m always thinking of what-ifs, it is not so easy to let go. How do you manage it?”
Slim pianist’s fingers found the banister and he began to climb, his eyes glued to each step, for Sieglinde was not used to navigating stairs and he didn’t want to trip over her.
It might have been a joke, but Dietre was still compelled to reassure the man a little. He glanced up, brows raised, expression innocent, “I can’t see you being any kind of asshole.” He rarely swore, didn’t like to, but his host used the word first.