Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he could tell his response wasn't what Dietre was keen on hearing, but it was the best one he had to give. He didn't want to go telling Oliver's secrets, on account of that wouldn't be right any, and he didn't want to go influencing what was happening with the two boys, on account of that wouldn't be right neither.
He walked out of the store, taking short strides to the store next door, and hoping Dietre would let the topic drop. But, course, Dietre didn't, and Misha held the door open and walked on into the store's cool interior after Dietre and his pup.
He thought a few seconds, did Misha, and then he looked at the other boy. "Honey, you got to ask Oliver 'bout his past and his changing, not me. We ain't on real good terms right now, me and Oliver, and it wouldn't be right even if we were, me sharing his secrets." He was real sorry for not being able to assist any, but he was real solid in the words he said. He sighed a moment later, offering one tidbit, real small as it was: "I ain't talked to him in months, but, Oliver, I don't reckon he'd be going painting with you if he didn't want to know you better. You just go on and be you, and everything will fall right on into place."
He smiled some, hopeful that was reassuring, and he nodded on over at a rack of henley shirts in greys and whites. "You, come on. Let's finish our shopping."