Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he didn't know he was fussing Dietre over there. He wouldn't never toss anyone out of a car, but he wasn't aware Dietre was thinking on that, so there wasn't no explanation from him. He reckoned this was going well. Dietre wasn't giving no sign of being fussed or bothered, and Misha was real pleased with how well they were getting on. He noticed the thinning lips on the other boy, but he didn't take that to mean Dietre was angry, not without something else to accompany the gesture.
"I reckon folks kiss 'fore they're in love, Dietre," Misha said patiently. He reckoned maybe Dietre read too many poems, on account of the other boy seemed to have a real idealized vision of loving and relationships. Misha, he'd learned that relationships were messy as could be and nothing like poems any, and they were better for it. "It don't make it not real, not if you wanted to kiss him. Did he kiss you back?" he asked. He knew all of Oliver's childhood, having lived one just nearly the same, and he reckoned Oliver kissing back was meaningful plenty.
"Pressing lips together's a good beginning. We all begin someplace," Misha said reassuringly. He didn't recall a time 'fore he knew how to kiss someone back, but it was good that Dietre was doing this for the first with someone he liked and was comfortable with. "Next time, just do it longer and see what happens," he suggested, and then he tapped the divider glass, indicating the driver should pull over in front of a local installation of Band of Outsiders.
"We'll be getting out here for a spell," he told the driver, who came 'round to open Dietre's door.