Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
It would be a lie to say Hugh hadn't considered pulling on a t-shirt, but he didn't really like them that much, even the softest of them. He did pull the robe around though, and tie it across his middle over his pants, and reached for the glass of water, while Heart, intrigued by the someone else in the room, followed Dietre around to the edge where he'd sat down, and sniffed her nose at his hands.
And with Dietre's words, Hugh's expression sobered. "No," he said softly, his gaze shifting to Dietre's face. "I don't think so."
The conversation wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, but he realized that he didn't care. One thing seemed very clear to him as the outcome of the night's earlier conversation, and that was that he and Dietre were going to be friends, and ugh was, for once in his life, seeking to develop deeper friendships. The kind he had with Zee, that was settled in something rooted enough that even if they were years apart, they could come back together and still know each other. And what other directions he and Dietre went, he didn't know, but the friendship was certain in Hugh's mind.
He peeled off socks and pulled back the duvet on the bed and slid in under the sheets. Heart took this as her sign to jump up on the bed, which she did, and Hugh nodded his head towards the other side for Dietre as an invitation if he so desired. He didn't lean back against the pillows though, instead keeping his head tilted forward, towards Dietre. "What happened?"