Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Hugh breathed in and he didn't move from the position. He could talk right now, it wasn't hard. It had always been easier to talk about things when he was curled up next to someone and could feel them breathing, and everything felt very, very present. "It wasn't always bad. My sister, she'd let me watch cartoons with her when I was really young. My Dad wouldn't have loved me watching princess stories on my own," Hugh admitted softly. "But I loved like, Anastasia, and Beauty and the Beast, and if she was watching them and I was just 'in the room', no one would chide me for it. But my older brother and I have never gotten along, really."
Hugh liked dancing, and theatre, and nothing that was important, and his brother definitely had been their father's favorite. In retrospect, this somewhat made sense, but knowing that it made some sense didn't make it hurt any less.
"Tolerable," Hugh huffed lightly, but there was a fond sort of amusement in his voice. "I have so many other films I could inflict on you. I'll even pay you in wine and pizza," this was almost a promise. So long as Dietre was honestly interested, he'd made for an enjoyable movie watching partner, and while he'd asked questions, they hadn't ruined the film at all. If anything - Hugh liked it. He liked Dietre having his own opinion of them. Even if, frankly, he thought they were complete rubbish, so long as he didn't think Hugh was ridiculous for liking them.