Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
Hugh smiled at this. He'd figured that Dietre knew it, probably. But at the same time, he suspected that there was a lot of work that went into knowing the pieces that Dietre knew. At least, he knew how much work went into memorizing lines and blocking for every play that he performed. Some came easier than others, and while he wasn't musical in the sense of playing an instrument at all, it made sense that there would be the same level of work involved.
Hugh's mood shifted at the question. It hadn't been intended to be the sort of question that just pulled in serious things, necessarily, but also, it had risked it, and maybe, if they were really going to be close, they needed to be able to figure out how to navigate the more serious things too. Because god knew Hugh had them, and even now there were things that he had been pushing to the side that he'd seen in the memories, which had dredged up stuff from his own life and emotional memories he didn't want to think about.
And ghosts. He reached for the wine but he didn't lift it to his lips, keeping his fingers around the glass then. "Yeah," he finally said. Hadn't he just had this conversation with Atticus? "I mean, I've never - that I know of anyway - had an experience with one, and I don't think I used to, but," he knew a vampire and a wizard, ghosts didn't seem that unlikely. "I think I believe in the probability of them, anyway?"