Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he didn't argue. Dietre, he would think what he thought, and Misha didn't reckon he was doing a lick of good by explaining things. Dietre, he recognized belatedly, didn't really believe much of anything he, Misha, said. It meant the boy didn't feel real good heading on into that store. In fact, this trip had left him feeling a whole lot of down. He wasn't aware of Dietre's situation with the pills, but he knew the other boy's thinking 'bout love and relationships wasn't healthy none. He just didn't want to make it worse any.
He was glad when they were inside, though he was plenty surprised no one made the dog leave. Misha, he was real wary of big dogs.
It was easier to focus on clothing, and Misha did that. He, himself, didn't have the kind of money required for shopping here. He could use the card Damian gave him, but that was for emergencies, least far as Misha was concerned it was. But he did like shopping, and he moved toward the bright shirts Dietre was looking at, noting that Dietre's expression was like the world had gone and turned awful when he wasn't looking.
Misha, he reached for the sleeve of a shirt that wasn't real loud. "This one could do," he said. He, himself, was eyeing something in pink, and then he pulled out 'nother that might work for Dietre. "Or this? Either would like nice with some dressy jeans."