Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Dietre was more than ready to go inside, the hair at the back of his neck standing up as his imagination tried to get the better of him. He felt almost like he was being watched. He could breathe a sigh of relief when the door shut behind him, though, doors were of course no real deterrent to ghosts. Spirits had no respect for physical barriers.
He listened as he wiped Sieglinde’s feet free of mud. It sounded like he and Hugh had somewhat similar backgrounds. Clearly the man came from money, and he ended up pursuing a career his father perhaps did not agree with, while his mother was supportive. Dietre’s mother had died before he reached the age where he had to think about his future. He wondered if she would have supported his decision to make music his life or not. He liked to think she would have. “Hm… I would say you’ve been lucky.”
Hugh said he had no plans to leave Repose for a while, but he talked like a man who had no intention of staying. He liked the city too much. Dietre frowned to himself a little as he set down his mug beside Hugh’s.
“I don’t really have a preference between the city or a place like this… When you’re on your own, it doesn’t make a difference.” You felt the same loneliness no matter where you were. He was being gloomy, he knew, so he reeled himself in some. “...They both have their good points.”
“It's prettier here, but… it is easier to get around in the city if you don’t have a car.” Which he didn’t. He’d never learned to drive, and now he couldn't afford one even if he wanted to.