Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Dietre was not picky when it came to food, and though the meal Hugh was cooking up smell and looked fantastic, he was a little dubious about eating. He wasn’t too experienced with hangovers and was unsure where his current one ranked just yet. His head hurt, but his stomach hadn’t decided what it felt about the morning.
“It looks good,” he said as he leaned into Hugh, his smile widening at the arm sliding around him. “You can make it however you want, I don’t think it's going to go to waste.” He wouldn’t let it, even if his stomach protested. If Hugh went through the trouble to make it, Dietre was going to eat it.
“Coffee.” Was Dietre’s very decisive answer. “Please.” As an off and on insomniac, Dietre was well acquainted with coffee. He reached out an eager hand for a mug and waited for it to be filled. He usually had it with cream and sugar, but from what he knew about hangovers, if he wanted it to go away fast he’d have to have it black and as strong as possible.
“Did you sleep alright?” He hoped he didn’t bother Hugh too much. He had slept so deeply he had no idea how Hugh might have passed the night.