Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
Hugh wanted to reach across the table and brush Dietre's fingers, but with the plates and wine cups and other things in the way, it would have made things a little awkward, so he just gave him a smile.
"I can imagine it would have been," Hugh tested the lamb and found it satisfactory. But without anyone to explain what was happening or how to do anything about it, or if you couldn't do anything about it? That sounded sort of terrifying and Hugh would definitely have been upset by it.
"Well," it was fair, being asked, and Hugh had definitely had some notions of things prior to this, but how did you even begin to compete with 'well, I can see ghosts?' you couldn't, and Hugh supposed that was it just there. There was the question of whether or not Dietre knew about the trial too - although that was a long ways from things 'only close friends know'. He took another bite, chewed and then put the fork down and reached for the wine.
"My father, Isaac, isn't my biological father, and um, I didn't know this until a few years ago - and it's a really long story, but I lived in a 200 square foot apartment in Seattle until my biological dad bought me this house in Repose, so it's been an adjustment? And most people here don't know that, because it seems tacky to talk about. I get along with my biological dad okay? I guess, um, he's reserved, but he actually shows up for my plays sometimes, and he set me up after the trial when I wanted to get away from everything, so he gets some points." And there was the trial, if Dietre didn't know he could ask, it'd leave it open anyway.