Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Dietre made a noise, a sort of scoff, a sound of bitter amusement. Money from home? “Of course not. I’m quite sure my father goes around acting as if I’ve never existed.” He’d been sent to Quiet Home because it was far away, out of sight, out of mind. Dietre had been swept under the rug, like an unsightly clump of dust, an unpleasantness forgotten.
Thinking of his father always put Dietre on edge, and he turned from Misha to frown gloomily out the window. Luckily, Sieglinde was close at hand, and he was able to calm himself by reaching out to stroke her fur, taking comfort in the contact. She gave him a quick lick to his cheek which chased his frown away, making clear why he always wanted to take her with him everywhere. Misha’s innocent question could have ruined the whole day, but Sieglinde kept him afloat, and when the topic went back to clothes and Oliver he was able to leave thoughts of his father behind.
“Yes, a fresh start. I’d like that.” He considered. “Moving in with Adrian’s been like that, and spending time with Oliver… I might as well change my wardrobe a bit too.”
“But it is worrisome too. I’m trying very hard-- I want to be friends with Oliver.” He didn’t know quite how to explain himself. He wasn’t rejecting the idea of being something more with Oliver, he just didn’t want to get tunnel vision, or complicate things so soon. He always complicated things. But mostly, he didn’t want to get hurt. “You know… one step at a time? Or something to that effect...”