Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
Dietre’s brows rose at the admission that Adrian used a maid service. He had grown up with such things, though he had expected to be going without that sort of help from now on. He was not a messy person, he liked to keep things clean around him, so Carol wouldn’t have much work to do. Somehow he had a feeling that not doing things for himself now was cheating, he was supposed to be learning to be more independent, but with Adrian doing the cooking and a maid doing the cleaning, there wasn’t much for himself to do, was there?
The room he walked into was very much to his liking and he looked around appreciatively. It might not be a big room, but it made the little house he came from seem even more like a shoebox in comparison. It had everything he needed, though, of course, he didn’t need much.
“...My mother died, so I suppose I’m an orphan too, in a way...” This was said softly, Dietre did not like to talk about his mother. He could rant on and on about what a horrible father he had, but when it came to her, he tended not to say much aside from it was she who taught him piano and that she was dead. He loved her, but it was a confusing, painful sort of love.
Adrian’s laugh prompted another faint smile along with a half shrug. “Well, you’ve made a good first impression. They say the first impression is the most important.” He hoped that Adrian was just being hard on himself and that he’d never have to see the ‘asshole’ side of him.
Dietre lowered himself down to sit on the edge of the bed as his host seemed to prepare to leave him. “I’m not disappointed. I’ve no interest in weirdness or secrets.” Repose had enough of those for anyone, finding a place without them was refreshing. “Thank you again, Adrian. I’ll try not to make you regret having me here.”