Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Dietre’s expression was a sleepy neutral, with none of the shyness one would come to expect from him if he was making an untoward suggestion. However, his face was flushed, making it hard to determine if he was blushing or if it was due to how he practically chugged his Old Fashioned fifteen minutes or so ago. He really was not ready to broach movement, but they couldn’t stay out there all night.
So, he heaved a deep, playfully dramatic sigh. “Alright then. I suppose we must…” He turned his face toward Hugh’s shoulder the way you do to a pillow when your alarm has gone off and you want just five more minutes. It was also an affectionate gesture, a rather overt one for Mr. Subtle, AKA Dietre. Hugh’s hand was given a squeeze, and then Dietre lifted his head and sat up under his own power. That seemed to be as far as he was willing to go for the moment.
“Are you ready to start dragging?” He teased, his voice low and lazy. Dietre was perfectly capable of getting up and walking on his own, but if he had an excuse to hang all over Hugh right then he was going to use it.
Fuzzy from drinking, his mind was all over the place. He blinked, suddenly thinking of something. “Oh. May I borrow clothes to sleep in too…?”