Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
“Do I know it?” Dietre had to give Hugh a look, though he was too amused to look as properly aghast as he should. He didn’t have the heart to truly chastise him for his ignorance. He liked Hugh far too much to make fun of him, so he only shook his head a little to himself. “Yes, I know it, and I’ll play them both so that you may compare.” What he didn’t say was that the full piece was three movements long, clocking in at over fifteen minutes. At this point he would be playing for Hugh until dawn if they kept adding pieces to the list.
Rather than appear flattered over Hugh’s interest in knowing more about him, Dietre became serious again. The piano and his love of dark poetry were the only good traits he was willing to acknowledge. When asked to come up with something more about himself he drew a blank. “Umm…” The sound was drawn out and reluctant, his gaze fixed on the depths of his wine glass.
“I don’t know… There isn’t really… anything...” He trailed off. Where should he start? Wanting to kill his father? His suicide attempts? His two stints at Quiet Home? He couldn’t talk about those things to Hugh, not yet.
So that only really left one thing, and it wasn’t a safe thing. He sighed, then asked in a soft voice, “Do you believe in ghosts, Hugh?” This wasn’t a random question, he wasn’t trying to change the subject. He was only trying to gauge the man’s possible reception of what was to follow.