Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," Hugh was smiling at Dietre's smile.
But that slipped away into something softer, maybe not serious exactly, but more empathetic. It didn't take someone well-versed in people's emotional reactions to understand that there was hesitance to the conversation, and Hugh didn't want to push or pry, but he did listen attentively, focused in on Dietre's face and posture shifts.
And as confident as he aimed to project, he was left uncertain exactly what to say. Because while it seemed clear that Dietre's mother wasn't with him any more, perhaps dead, Hugh didn't know exactly how close Dietre and his mother might have been, or how long it had been since they'd been together, and so it was his turn to catch his lower lip in his teeth as he tried to decide what to say.
"It sounds like she was your first musical support," he offered finally, an invitation to say more if Dietre wanted, or, if he didn't, that was fine too.