lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a. WHO: Hugh & Dietre WHEN: Mid-morning sometime this week WHERE: Lakeside Mansion. SUMMARY: Dietre joins Hugh for one of his yoga mornings, and perhaps some continuing getting to know each other. WARNINGS: None to start, will update if that changes.
Anxiety had always been a bitch, and back in the days prior to a trial and five hundred self-inflicted reasons for real anxiety, Hugh had mostly kept it in control by an annual Calm.com subscription and yoga nearly every day. (Well, the therapist hadn't hurt either.) After moving to Repose, he'd kept both, although neither had been quite as effective, as if the circumstances changing had changed his own needs and reaction, and so he'd had to work harder to figure out how to just be in the world without going crazy. Recently, he felt as if it did more what he was expecting it to do. But then, recently everything felt a little more settled, a little easier, a little more - him for lack of a better word. But underneath it all, he knew that even when it hadn't done what he'd expected, the quiet precision of the practice had helped, and from what he could gather from Dietre, from what had been said between words and lines, Dietre also struggled, and maybe it might help him too.
So that morning Hugh had set them up not out on the dock, it was still too cool for that, and the lake had been strange all winter long giving him a sort of unease about doing so despite the fact that he couldn't think of anything that had happened recently. Instead he'd taken them to a smaller sitting room with windows for the sun, and pushed the furniture away, and laid out mats to give them both the space they'd need to work.
He'd dressed in a simple fitted charcoal grey t-shirt and black jazz pants so that it'd be easy to move, and he laid a second pair of pants over the back of the sofa in case Dietre needed something. There was no point in dressing up for yoga any more than there was for dance or even stage rehearsals. But although while Hugh might prioritize comfort in those instances where physical movement took priority, he'd never been one to not be aware of how something fit and while it was simple and his movement was in no way constricted by any of the clothing he was wearing, he could have also easily have been doing a casual stage performance.
By the time Dietre was set to arrive, Hugh had taken Heart out, and was flipping through his phone ap considering possible poses to go through, considering ease for someone who was entirely new to the process as he did so. Hugh was comfortable in his skin, generally speaking. If the yoga hadn't done that, the years of theatre training and theatre jazz classes probably would have, but perfection wasn't the point with yoga, and so finding things that might be easily done for someone who hadn't before, could still stretch and relax.
He was standing in the hallway, so that when the bell rang it didn't take him long at all to open and give Dietre a welcoming smile, and greeted him with a "Good morning!". He didn't know if Dietre would like this, didn't know if it'd even help him, but Hugh kind of hoped it might because someone to do this with even if it was only once a week sounded really nice and he liked kind of specifically doing it with Dietre. "I brought some pants down from my room," he motioned towards the main area of the house. "I didn't know if you'd find something or not."