Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
It was enough for Hugh, and honestly a point in Dietre's favor that he was honest about how he felt about the song. The honesty suggested that he would be honest in other areas, and Hugh appreciated it. And he didn't expect, necessarily, that Dietre's tastes would ever match his. Or his maybe every entirely match Dietre's. The classical music was pretty, he liked it, but it was never going to be what he turned to first.
He reached for Dietre's hand again, sliding his fingers through Dietre's. He liked the closeness of it. And he thought maybe Dietre might too. "I've heard this," he said softly. Although he couldn't say where he'd heard it from, but he knew the piece, and mostly he was quiet, letting the notes take center stage. For a moment he closed his eyes, even if it was appropriate to listen to it while the moon was out, Hugh didn't keep staring at it. It was beautiful, full of emotion, and it felt like Dietre.
As the piece came to a close he didn't immediately speak, letting the notes linger in a heartbeat or two of silence. "All your pieces have so much emotion," he said softly. "Like, even without lyrics, they tell a whole story. I like that about them."
Which brought them back to him, and he untangled his fingers, to reach for the phone and bring up his own playlists again, considering. He let his fingers scroll down one playlist, considering. After several runs up and down the list, he laughed at himself. "I'm overthinking this," he announced, with a certain smirk of his lips. "Here, I don't know that this is a guilty pleasure, really, but - I've been doing alot of dancing to this one over the past couple of weeks. I really should put this on in the studio and I could show you, but that would require movement," he gave Dietre a cheeky grin, because now that they were settled, Hugh didn't really want to. He hit play, shifted slightly to give Dietre's head a better angle.