For a household like theirs, it's not unexpected for its members to suddenly go leaping out of the front door with gear packed and a flying Pokemon at the ready. If anything, it's become more expected than Dimitri would have thought it to be...
But that is perhaps the norm of this world: of finding a long lost friend, and rushing to help them in a way that one may or may not have been in turn.
Dimitri has no strong opinions on Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. He can say that much, at the very least. Certainly, he has some memories of him - that foolish bet with Sylvain, Mercedes' complaints about him as they practiced sewing together - but nothing definitive. Nothing like his and Marianne's quiet discussions together, for example.
He knows that it is a different matter for Claude. That even for how Lorenz may have acted towards him in his youth, that is no reason to assume it was the same even five years later, and who knows what things may have happened between them while Dimitri was alone in Faerghus' highest mountains and its lowliest slums? Nothing he feels that he is entitled to know about, really.
So Dimitri had let Claude go off, knowing it was important to him, and that was likely for the best. He himself has needed a lot of time to reflect on everything, even if... for different reasons.
But it has been a day, now, and Dimitri knows that there is no point in hiding away from it all. His greatest concern had been his inability to remember what terrible last words he said to Lorenz... but in that case, all he can do is apologize for the kind of thing he was before.
It's why he's a little slow at least as he goes to find where Lorenz is sitting, Tiramisu the Furret wrapped tight around his shoulders like a giant furry cape. It feels fitting, honestly, that one of Lysithea's pokemon is the one most determined to come greet Lorenz along with him. "Lorenz?" he says quietly as he spots the man, keeping his posture proper.
Likely, the man who he is now must be quite unfamiliar to Lorenz. While his hair has grown longer in the year he's spent in Johto, it's in a much better state in multiple ways, and the bag underneath his one good eye is no longer so heavy and dark.
Or maybe it's hard to get an accurate read of a man when he has a giant ferret around his neck and shoulders, who knows.
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But that is perhaps the norm of this world: of finding a long lost friend, and rushing to help them in a way that one may or may not have been in turn.
Dimitri has no strong opinions on Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. He can say that much, at the very least. Certainly, he has some memories of him - that foolish bet with Sylvain, Mercedes' complaints about him as they practiced sewing together - but nothing definitive. Nothing like his and Marianne's quiet discussions together, for example.
He knows that it is a different matter for Claude. That even for how Lorenz may have acted towards him in his youth, that is no reason to assume it was the same even five years later, and who knows what things may have happened between them while Dimitri was alone in Faerghus' highest mountains and its lowliest slums? Nothing he feels that he is entitled to know about, really.
So Dimitri had let Claude go off, knowing it was important to him, and that was likely for the best. He himself has needed a lot of time to reflect on everything, even if... for different reasons.
But it has been a day, now, and Dimitri knows that there is no point in hiding away from it all. His greatest concern had been his inability to remember what terrible last words he said to Lorenz... but in that case, all he can do is apologize for the kind of thing he was before.
It's why he's a little slow at least as he goes to find where Lorenz is sitting, Tiramisu the Furret wrapped tight around his shoulders like a giant furry cape. It feels fitting, honestly, that one of Lysithea's pokemon is the one most determined to come greet Lorenz along with him. "Lorenz?" he says quietly as he spots the man, keeping his posture proper.
Likely, the man who he is now must be quite unfamiliar to Lorenz. While his hair has grown longer in the year he's spent in Johto, it's in a much better state in multiple ways, and the bag underneath his one good eye is no longer so heavy and dark.
Or maybe it's hard to get an accurate read of a man when he has a giant ferret around his neck and shoulders, who knows.