Dietre sighed, not having a piano was one of the big tragedies of his life at the moment, even bigger than not having parents anymore. "No...And I don't think I'll be getting one any time soon." Francis liked to remind him that his living with him was temporary, so it made little sense to think about bringing home a piano. "But he has a friend who has one, she said I could visit if I wanted to play, though...I think I'm more comfortable coming here." The dance studio was neutral ground, he didn't feel like an invader here, or an object of interest. Christine had a big family, Dietre doubted he'd be able to avoid them if he went to her house.
Glory squeezed his hand and Dietre felt what had to be a burst of joy. She wasn't too afraid to touch him, she'd still hold his hand! He squeezed back with a light in his eyes that was almost a smile. "I'm glad."
"Of course, if you don't think it's too cold to walk. Let me get my coat." He didn't want to let go of her hand, but he had to deprive himself for a moment while he readied himself to go. He slipped on one of his long, black, double breasted peacoats, but forwent the gloves. How could he feel Glory's hand when he held it with gloves in the way?