Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Dietre sighed through his nose, an exhale of one of those long deep breaths taken to keep calm. He should have known that Misha wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know. The boy was always full of conflicting information and ‘be yourself’ nonsense, no surprise there.
“Fine,” Dietre mumbled, sulky. He didn’t want to be a grouch for the rest of the trip, not when Misha had just so generously paid for his new clothes, but reigning in his emotions could be difficult lately. Dietre had changed too since Misha had first met him at Quiet Home. He had been like a zombie then, a robot, dead, emotionless. Over the past year he’d become expressive, wearing his unhappiness and anxieties for the world to see. Emotions had always been hard for him, overwhelming. Maybe it was this hypersensitivity that allowed him to see things other people couldn’t.
Dragging his feet a little, he joined Misha by the shirts. Forcing himself to be good and forgiving, Dietre tried to carry on like everything was normal, though there was still a bit of strain in his voice. “...Weren’t we thinking of getting something in burgundy? Do any of these come in something close?” The style of the shirts pleased him, a step up from regular t-shirts, the buttons keeping them from being too plain.