Dimitri listened with the occasional laugh when it came to her hair. Sure, he didn't ask for that much information, but it was always nice to see anyone talk about what they were so passionate about. He imagined her with longer hair, the kind she'd made reference to. He had to admit, he was curious as to what she'd look like with hair that long. Especially if it was red. That was a look he hadn't seen, not that he'd even seed red hair quite often. Melody might have actually been the first. They made the walk to her home, it was a nice break from gasoline and air polluted towns, he had to admit. He never quite remembered breathing in fumes so clean, at least except for home. Breathing in the air there almost felt like pure oxygen, that was just one of the many things he'd missed about home. Though, family was more important than blissful fumes.<br/><br/>She seemed real nervous about presenting the house to him, he'd wondered why that was. Maybe she hadn't realized that he'd spent his whole childhood in a house that he loved, that was probably smaller than this. She grew her own herbs, he admired that. There was nothing more familiar to him than manually planting and growing all the organic types of crop. "Dimi?" He questioned, laughing afterwards. Everyone had always called him by his whole first name, he wasn't used to nicknames. Well, he wasn't used to nicknames that weren't "Herschel's kid" anyway. "Not a single person?" He questioned. "I'm sure it's going to be lovely." The nature of the house was really simplistic, and he did like simple in many cases.<br/><br/>"Yeah. I can relate." Dimitri replied in regard to her grandfather. He hadn't really gone around questioning it, but his dad was far older than he really should have been. Not, his godly father of course, he was who-knows-how-old. But his adopted father was in his fifties, maybe even more. He never would have questioned it, but it didn't change the fact that he cherished the bond. He put his hand on her shoulder, she needed some assurance, even if she wasn't upset. "There was a time when would literally wake up, work, and go to bed. I worked so hard just to keep my dads farm the best condition it could. And I was more than happy to do it, anything for him. I'm sure one day he'll be gone though." Dimitri hated thinking about that. If he could pick one of his two dads to be immortal, it would for sure be the one that raised him. "The best thing to do is to remember him."<br/><br/>"The house is great." Dimitri insisted. "I grew up in one, just a little similar in nature. Minus, the eletronical things." That term was wrong, but of course he didn't know that. He left that kind of stuff for the kids of Hephaestus. He couldn't help but take note of the picture. He assumed it was Melody and her grandfather. He took note of her hair color when she was young. Much younger. And the old man. There was something about him, even though all it showed for was a visual, that made him believe he'd missed out on meeting a good man. "He did it because he loves you, ya know."