Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
“Oh…” Dietre wasn’t as good with comforting words as Hugh, he didn’t know what to say when told about what happened at Christmas. The sympathetic look in his eyes maybe said enough. “I’m sorry.” He had had similar fantasies of Liam coming back to him before he died, clean and loving. Even after Liam died Dietre hoped that finding a way to help would make him care, because being loved by a ghost was better than not being loved at all.
His fingers laced with Hugh’s and likely would remain that way for the rest of the night. It had been so long since he shared a bed, but he never forgot how nice it was. This sort of thing was his favorite part of being in a relationship, the everyday warmth and comfort of being close to someone. Already he could feel himself relax, the weight of sleep beginning to settle on him. There was a small blip, though, when Hugh said he could talk about anything with him. Those times he’d tried to kill himself flashed in his mind, but he shoved them aside. Not tonight. He let out enough darkness for one evening.
“Okay.” Hugh’s sincerity made Dietre’s heart twist (in a good way.) “Thank you, Hugh. You can talk to me too. I’ll listen. Even if I’m not able to say the right things after, I’ll listen.” This was said with equal drunken earnestness, whispered so it stayed just in the intimate space of the bed.
Dietre’s eyes drifted shut, though he smiled. “Sieglinde’s going to have to learn not to steal the covers...”