Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
"My mother took me to my first dance lessons, kind of told Dad I was going to have them," Hugh offered in return. "The people who take you to your first lessons, or give them to you, I think are always those first supports for your dreams."
Hugh stepped over near enough to reach his hand out to take Dietre's briefly, squeezing it gently. Hugh didn't know Dietre well enough to know whether or not he'd want a hug, but Hugh's own impulse was nearly always to reach out and touch when someone needed comforting. Something he sometimes chose to hold back, but right now didn't feel like the time to do so completely. "It's alright, Dietre. I think Yoga's an activity that can probably handle it," he encouraged.
"And I do want to know things about you, but I never want you to feel uncomfortable with talking about something, you know? So, I'll ask, but you can always say you don't want to talk about something if it's not a good time. No hard feelings, and..." Hugh straightened up, turning a little more serious. "I don't have a difficult time talking about some things," he told Dietre. "I'm really good at professional things, and stuff I'm proud of or enjoy. I'm not always as good about talking about me, you know? The stuff that really matters. So you know, you can always ask."