Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Hugh had his own layers of regret, and while on the one hand it was easy to say 'nobody had ever died because he messed up', he knew he couldn't entirely say that either. Sure, he told himself on a regular basis that he'd not had anything to do with the murder on the set - not really. And it had been unintentional manslaughter, not murder anyway. But still.
"Do you think I've never cried all over anyone?" He looked over with a soft smile. "Dietre, it's alright. It's alright to be sad, and it's alright to have regret, and it's alright to cry about it. You'll get no judgement from me on any of those things. Least of all when you're telling me something that's important for you."
He fell silent, letting it linger for a moment. "I'm glad you did tell me," he glanced over. "And I'm glad you've never seen him here. Not...I just... I wouldn't want coming here to be a bad thing for you." Maybe that was selfish, but Hugh liked the idea of his home being a place where Dietre felt comfortable, and that he could be himself, and not look over his shoulder constantly worrying if someone was watching him.
Dietre's hair was still damp, and he smelled good from the shower, and he was warm, and tears or no, Hugh was glad he was there. He shifted, disrupting Heart for a moment as he slid his legs down, and he pressed his shoulder in against Dietre's side. "How long ago was it?"