Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
"Oh, right," Hugh retrieved the drawstring pants from the end of the bed, and returned, pointing out the shampoo and soap and then after a small hesitation, he departed the bathroom and decided to avoid considering the fact that Dietre was in his shower,by heading back downstairs to do a tiny bit of pick-up.
It wasn't a lot, it was mostly locking doors the doors to the patio and turning off lights in rooms with nobody else in them, retrieving Heart from the garage where she'd spent the evening, and he filled two big glasses of water for himself and Dietre to take upstairs. Whatever else could wait until the morning, he was tired, and truthfully, he was at the point in the evening where he just wanted to curl in next to someone and talk until they fell asleep, and since he had someone willing to do just that, or at least presumably to do that - he was absolutely going to take advantage of it.
By the time Dietre was finished, Hugh had sat two glasses of water on the night stand, and was in his closet changing out of his own clothes, half jealous of the shower, and half wishing he'd asked to stay and take one with Dietre. The Chocolate Labrador recognizing Dietre, bounded over to him, her tail wagging, as Hugh exited the closet in pj pants, with a satin bathrobe over his otherwise bare chest. "There's water," he nodded to the glass, and then glanced at the clothes and then back at Dietre. "Well, the room next door is empty," his gaze flickered up to Dietre's face with an attempt to read his mood. "If you want your own space. Or if you want to stay in here, the chair's fine." And after a beat Hugh added. "We can just talk, I mean," he pushed a hand up, smoothing a curl back that had fallen out over the evening. "It's a big bed. There's room for all three of us."