Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Hugh leaned forward to find the wine again and he took a long sip of it, leaving his legs stretched out, toes against Dietre for the moment. It was perhaps a miracle that he hadn't yet ended up completely curled up against him, because that was Hugh's preferred way to watch films, all cuddled up with someone, but from his current position on the opposite end of the sofa it would take an intentional decision to move and he wasn't certain if Dietre would even want him there, or if it was even a good idea - a question that bordered into over-thinking.
He swallowed the wine and moved to put it back on the table as he tucked away the knowledge that Dietre's father hadn't liked his son's music playing. Without knowing a thing about Mr Abendroth, he could fill in the blank with someone serious and professional, with a specific system of how things should go - traditional - and where certain things belonged - hobbies - and a mannerism that bordered between hostility to indifference. But that wasn't necessarily anything other than Hugh's projection of his own father onto Dietre's and perhaps it had been different.
Hugh's gaze caught up at Dietre's statement though, and he couldn't keep the smile from springing back to his lips. "It admittedly helps if your partner is like 5'1" and 120 pounds," he pointed out, eyes twinkling with amusement. "That definitely doesn't describe most men," he waved a hand indicating his full length. Hugh hardly considered himself a large man, but he was over six feet, moderately muscular, and certainly not easy to lift, even by someone roughly his own height. "Maybe it doesn't have to be all She's Like the Wind to be romantic," he amended, still smiling.