Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Hugh smiled at the picture, even as he wondered if Dietre had a mattress on that floor, or if it were literally just the floor with his dog. That felt like an odd question to ask though, so he didn't.
"Heart would hate it if I stuck her somewhere by herself, but truthfully, I'd hate it almost as badly. I... sleep better when I'm not by myself," he admitted quietly. Before the trial and everything had happened, back when life had seemed a lot more care-free, he'd just brought people home. This was easier to do when you had a studio apartment in the middle of a city, versus a lake house in the middle of nowhere, for certain. But even if he'd had the studio apartment in the Capital, he wasn't certain he'd have done it any more.
He turned his attention to Dietre with his gaze steady on his face for a moment, a seriousness that was lightened by a smile when at Dietre's tone, and the smile broke into a grin. "I'm very good at not being a hermit," he told him. "Maybe we can help each other out. You give me your hermit tips, and I'll give you my non-hermit tips, and in the meantime the dogs can..." he glanced over at them the grin staying steady as he turned back. "They can do whatever dog things they want to do. Cause here's the thing. I need friends," he shrugged, swallowing away whatever worries he might have felt about being that transparent.
"Particularly because of the afore mentioned bad at being a hermit thing. Do you like movies? Particularly how do you feel musicals, or romantic comedies, or am I completely scaring you off now?"