Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
If it was too quickly, Hugh hadn't noticed anything other than that he was glad the answer to the final dance was 'yes', because he wasn't quite ready to go. If he were honest, there was a part of him that wanted to suggest they watch a film, fall asleep on the couch together again, but he wasn't entirely certain he trusted himself. And additionally he wasn't certain that it was fair either. There was some recognition that if this was a date - it was an unstated one - and without having talked, he didn't know what Dietre was thinking about it, and he didn't want to take advantage.
This piece held a slightly different feel to the others, but it took really only a few seconds of listening to it for Hugh to feel the rhythm of it, and to lead them both into a final dance for the evening. He was very aware of the feeling of Dietre's fingers against his own, and vaguely aware at the same time of the fact that hand holding could be incredibly intimate. He didn't know if this was something he'd really thought about since he was a teenager, because truthfully - most of the people he'd been with hadn't been people he would have held hands with because they'd been jumping into other activities. This made him think a bit of summer nights, and the boy who had been his first, because in the weeks that had led up to that, there'd been kissing and hand holding rather a lot of it.
Hugh offered Dietre a smile. "It's one of those things, if you ever find yourself in a more general situation where you need to dance, you'd feel comfortable. Plus, I don't hate following sometimes." A beat. "But I think that's for a different night's project," he found himself speaking more softly with this piece for some reason, maybe he was echoing Dietre's mood a bit.
He pulled his gaze to meet Dietre's and hold it for a moment, a smile on his lips. "I wanted too," he told Dietre, maybe equally softly. Dietre didn't need to thank him for that, but somehow Hugh didn't really want to tell him that so much as Hugh wanted him to know it wasn't any sort of work for him. It hadn't required anything that he hadn't wanted to give. The whole evening, from start to finish, was full of things Hugh enjoyed, and he'd enjoyed doing those things with Dietre, and any other questions aside, maybe for the night that was enough. The music stopped, but Hugh didn't step back just yet. "I'd do it again," he told Dietre. "All of it, the dinner, the dancing, the spending time with you. I like it."