Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
It might not look like it from his reactions, but Dietre was a bit of a music snob. He preferred real instruments and real singing with no autotune. There were certain types of music he’d likely never get behind, but he was open minded enough to be willing to listen to just about anything at least once. Hugh had yet to play him something that truly offended his ears. It’d probably happen eventually, but for now Hugh was on a lucky streak.
“It was alright,” he answered honestly. “I’m not sure that it is something I would choose to listen to on my own, but I didn’t hate it.” As much as Dietre liked to be on Hugh’s good side, he wasn’t going to lie. Not about music.
Terrified one moment, content the next. Dietre would never understand how emotions worked. Thanks to the way his heart had raced, the old fashioned shot through his bloodstream in record time. Dietre could feel the way it turned the edges of everything hazy. The danger had passed, and now he was warm and a little sleepy. Freaking out internally was rather exhausting business.
“Yes, that’s it,” Dietre pointed out the piece to Hugh, and when it started, he sighed as if with relief. “I quite like playing this one.” The music was calm and soothing. But sad too, like all the pieces Dietre enjoyed the most seemed to be. “Do you recognize it?” There was no way it hadn’t been in several movies.
Drawing even closer, Dietre shifted, then gently laid his head on Hugh’s shoulder. So maybe they didn’t know exactly what they were together. They had at least made it clear they were interested in each other, so he felt as though something like this was allowed. “...You can play another guilty pleasure after, if you want.”