Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Dietre had finished his hot chocolate also, only he kept the mug in his hands so he had something to do with them. As he listed to Hugh he was slowly turning it in a continual circle. His hands always gave away his nervous nature no matter how distant or blank an expression he had may be. He wasn’t trying for blank and distant at the moment, no. He wore his shyness, nervousness, hope or whatever else he was feeling as it came. Maybe a bit dimmed (he was not an expressive or animated person in general) but still genuine. Hugh had a way about him that made Dietre not want to hide so much.
“I like the classics… Something with a fair bit of gothic horror is always nice.” Dietre was a little embarrassed by this preference. His interest in horror was a confusing one, since his childhood was so full of terror over the spirits and things he could see. Someone who had so many nightmares probably shouldn’t seek out things that could inspire more, but for some reason he did.
“When I like a book, I reread it often. So, I’ve reread Rebecca recently.” He paused, brow furrowed, thinking. “...I feel like we’ve spoken about this before.” But the name he remembered was not Hugh. It was something with a J. He canted his head at the other man, confused. “Have we…?”