Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
"I'm sure we'll meet eventually," Hugh shrugged lightly, not pressing. He wasn't certain if Dietre cared for the other man or not. It didn't really seem like it, and if they weren't friends particularly, then there was no point in spending time conversing.
Particularly not when really, Hugh was enjoying focusing in on Dietre in his arms. They hadn't been this close since the night they'd watched films together, and that had been almost accidental, the way they'd ended up cuddled together. This was not accidental, it was purposeful, and although Hugh didn't really get nervous dancing, there was still the want for it to be a good experience for Dietre.
Fortunately, he had danced a lot over the years, and that practice and experience led to an ability to truly be able to just relax, but also to help his dance partners lean into things as well. Hugh wasn't the sort of person to criticise if someone wasn't doing it right, but he would encourage the areas that someone was doing well, and Dietre had decent rhythm. "You're doing great," Hugh reassured. "You've got really good rhythm, you can just keep doing what it is you're doing. I'm going to keep us moving this way and then if we're comfortable we could try a little more fancy," he grinned.
He looked up to watch Dietre's face: "It is nice."
Just like it had been watching films with him, and being in a restaurant with him, and talking on the phone with him. Hugh couldn't deny that he had enjoyed all of those things, that they'd been comfortable and warm, and he hadn't really wanted the moment to end. Even if he still wasn't certain what he wanted. He pulled a breath in, and kept them moving in the small room.