Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
Aside from their night on the couch, Dietre had not been this close with anyone since Aleksi left. Before Aleksi, he had never been close with anyone so he hadn’t known what he was missing, but now that he knew, he found that he did miss it. Terribly. It added to his loneliness, and those first weeks without Aleksi had been more than he could bear. And then he had done a very-stupid-thing. All of that was far from his mind now dancing with Hugh. To have a warm hand holding his was such a simple, but wonderful thing.
Dietre eyed Hugh a little, trying to determine if his praise was genuine. After a moment he chose to believe it because so far he hadn’t stepped on any toes nor had he tripped over his own two feet. Dietre had a natural grace, one could see it in his everyday movements like his walk or how he held himself (when he wasn’t upset or anxious.) A classic waltz was something he could potentially become quite good at, he might even be able to manage a little ballet if he were strong enough. The stuff from Dirty Dancing, however? Forget it.
“Fancy?” He asked with a smile, “What do you mean by fancy?” That playful tone had crept back into his voice. Sadly, the roll ended. Dietre was reluctant to step out of Hugh’s arms, he lingered longer than necessary, glancing at the piano as if it had done something to disappoint him.
“Um… Let me try one more roll. I have a longer one.” He disengaged himself from Hugh to quickly pull out the old roll and find a new one in a box he had set on the floor next to the piano. “After this I could put a CD on or something. ...That way we don’t have to stop.” Because stopping was no fun, not at all.
The new roll was placed and set to spin. A modified Blue Danube. Very classic ballroom. And six whole minutes gave them a decent time to dance without interruption. Dietre returned to Hugh with a bow and held out his hand, inspired by the music to play the gentleman. And maybe see if he could make Hugh laugh.