Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Admittedly, that hadn't been exactly what Hugh had been envisioning, but the idea sounded ... exactly like something he would do, and it wasn't a terrible idea, and now that it had been put out there sleepy slightly tipsy him just wanted to do exactly that at some point. "The best things happen while you're dancing," he threw out there, the White Christmas scene coming to mind nearly instantly. "I've watched so many old musicals over the years, it's just seeped into my subconscious and there we are," Hugh responded lightly.
His hand stayed still through the mirror scene, and Belle's leaving the castle and for a moment, Hugh didn't respond to Dietre's question, because the film seemed to expect their attention, or at least, he felt as if it might expect Dietre's, but as the villagers moved off, threatening their dislike of the unexplained through song, he considered it again.
"A guy who's willing to indulge my nonsense, clearly," Hugh finally answered with his gaze on the screen yet. "Or maybe just someone who cares enough about a friend to put up with their suggestions cause it might make them feel better." This came out softly, and despite the fact that he'd been sleepy and content and a little tipsy, he suddenly felt rather awake and distinctly aware of the fingers slipped loose around his.
He didn't want to take Dietre for granted. And he really didn't want to hurt him and Hugh was all too aware that he could. He was capable of it maybe multiple times over, and he didn't want to. There were possible questions, things he didn't know for sure how to ask, or whether he should, because what if this wasn't... that? But what if it was? He breathed in, squeezing the fingers again, and centering himself back into the moment: "Generous. You're a generous man, Dietre."