Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Hugh made a motion to the house, if they were ready to go in. The dogs had played and he was out of hot beverage and the wind had picked up a little. It was definitely still winter, and fresh air or no, he was looking forward to being back inside. As he entered he leaned to slip off his shoes, and to wipe Heart's feet, handing the towel he kept by the door for this purpose to Dietre for Sieglinde.
"I'm not from Repose," he told Dietre, deciding that probably not pursuing conversation about Dietre's family for the moment, was the way to go. And his own was complicated, but they weren't terrible - not really. "I grew up in Bellevue Washington, it's a suburb of Seattle, essentially it is Seattle. My father," he hesitated momentarily never entirely certain how to talk about the man he'd believed was his father for nearly thirty years, but he glossed. "He has a software business he runs from there. My mother took me from dance class to theatre camp and is entirely responsible for me being able to be the person I wanted to be. The rest of the family is far too practical and sensible for that sort of thing."
He stood and sat the empty mug down on the nearby table. "When I moved out I got an apartment in downtown Seattle, just a few blocks from the Market and the sound, and the Art museum and I miss it sometimes. I love being in the middle of the city, with all the people and the activity - it's energizing. People don't know you and don't get all up in your business about things. But things shifted, and I needed to get away for a while, and my biological father bought this house, and I ended up here," he shrugged.