Re: Near the food: Hugh & Dietre
To his dismay, it looked like this wasn’t going to be a quick ‘hello’ ‘goodbye’ conversation. Dietre sighed through his nose as he was hugged, gaze continually darting around, on the lookout for the return of Hugh’s lady friend. When she appeared, he would leave, even if it was rude to do so. He knew he wouldn’t react to her rationally, jealousy would bubble up and reveal itself somehow, and he didn’t think he could survive the resulting embarrassment.
“O-oh? Congratulations,” Dietre murmured, trying to muster up some happiness for Hugh’s sake. He did share in the man’s excitement over the play, he knew how hard Hugh had been working on rehearsals and everything, but it was difficult to show it just now.
He saw Hugh’s smile fade and was hit with an inner wave of mental panic. He was being so obvious, of course Hugh would notice! Dietre’s face went hot and he began to fidget. “I’d love to go. Um… Y-yes… Definitely.” The mask he was wearing suddenly felt itchy and annoying, so he pulled it off with a frown. It then served as a kind of stress reliever, Dietre squeezing it in a fist as he spoke.
“It’s been… um… alright.” He shrugged, looking down at his feet. “Maybe a bit too much for on my own, um… But still nice.” This party was tame compared to the karaoke thing, but Dietre was hoping Hugh would accept what he said as an excuse for his behavior. It wasn’t exactly a lie.