Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
Dancing was at least an easy way to focus in and ignore the pounding of his heart in his chest. The words had slipped out, easy flirting and back and forth, and Hugh maybe hadn't been prepared for him to realize that they were more true than he really wanted them to be. At some point in this evening, or maybe it had been previous, the idea of Dietre being in his space had become very desirable. And it was definitely his own fault that he wasn't moving forward with this, which was sort of throwing him, although it wasn't the only thing throwing him. Dietre seemed to flirt back, but Hugh couldn't entirely decide if Dietre wanted more either. Sure, he was flirting, maybe he even had a bit of a crush on Hugh, but that didn't necessarily lead to anything beyond... And truthfully, Hugh was realizing that while he might initiate plenty of times, when it came to guys - he couldn't remember a time he'd initiated beyond flirting. And this realization, combined with his own uncertainty about the best way to try to do any relationship, was leaving him feeling uncertain about what to do.
But dance steps were certain. He knew dance back and forth, and if they both stayed in their own spaces, which in this particular case maybe wasn't the worst, then he could likely manage the rest of the evening without completely fucking anything up. A waltz and a turn, those were specific steps and there were rules, and Hugh knew what he needed to do there, so he pulled his attention back to Dietre, trying to focus not on the man in front of him so much as the steps and the spin.
"It will be different," he found his voice at Dietre's question. "But, it's just in the transition, and you'll move back into the steps like so," he moved his feet, a demonstration, before reaching for Dietre's hand. "Let's try it slow here with the transition back into the waltz," he looked down at their feet, counting them through the steps. "See - like, so."