Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
Hugh glanced over, empathetic. While he didn't even really know who he'd talked to that night, he'd been nice enough, as Hugh remembered. A bit gruff maybe, but nothing too much. That had been before he'd realized that he could try to figure out who he had talked to that night, and anyway he hadn't been much interested in trying reach out to anyone there. But he had definitely had experiences with these Repose shaped events that had led to terribly awkward situations afterwards. Jamie, being the obvious thought there. Hugh shook it off, and shook his head lightly. "I suppose it's like anything, sometimes you make a friend, and sometimes you wish you'd stayed away."
Hugh understood this tendency all too well. He'd blamed himself for Em, and then again for Hannah, even if ultimately he'd had to come to the conclusion that he'd done the best that he could at the time. "I get that," he told Dietre quietly. "But it's never just you, and it's never just me, either. Like, there's another person in that mix, and they get to make decisions too, and sometimes they're good and sometimes they're bad, and sometimes they just aren't what you hoped they would be, even if that's maybe not really good or bad," he sighed lightly.
"I think it's okay to be angry, but not to stay angry? I think anger is sometimes grief too," Hugh ventured. "And maybe both anger and sadness has to be... named, and dealt with somehow?" He looked over at Dietre sheepishly. "I'm not very good at it always. Like, a lot of the time, I just - pour myself into a role, like, all those things I'm feeling, they get that outlet of a completely different character and I don't know if it's healthy exactly, but usually it's better after? So maybe it's not bad either?"
For a heartbeat he looked at the other man. It seemed as if Dietre was melancholy frequently, and his eyes now were keeping Hugh's gaze locked on him. He breathed out. "You had someone," he stated, quietly. "Do you want to talk about it at all?"