Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
‘Everyone needs a glimmer of hope’? Dietre’s brow furrowed as he contemplated such a statement. He was a little too pessimistic to believe that Hugh was saying he had a chance, but he wasn’t imaginative enough to come up with many other possible meanings. It did not help that the man beside him suddenly gave off the impression of retreat, breaking off physical contact by moving his feet away and sitting up properly. Dietre could only assume he had messed up in some way. Flirting felt like juggling with fire, it could go all wrong so fast, with unfathomable damage. Attempting it was simply an exercise in masochism.
Again Hugh linked dance with trust. He put such an emphasis on it that it made it hard for the movie to be believable. Dietre gestured toward the screen with his glass, “And these two get to that point in just a few weeks?” They said twice bitten, twice shy, but Dietre had been bitten far more than that. Trust was a hard thing for him, especially since the person he trusted the least was himself.
“...Can that really happen, do you think?” He the shook his head a little at himself, bemused. “Or should I stop thinking too deeply about it and enjoy the fantasy?” He didn’t seem to have this problem with books. He read a fair bit of horror and never once questioned the reality of anything. Perhaps it took some time to learn to be the same way about movies.