Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Hugh nodded, understanding the desire to see someone even if you couldn't change anything and even if there was no happy ending there. It might seem illogical, but he'd wished so many times for Em to seek him out and then when she had? It had been only frustrating and he'd wished that she hadn't. Maybe not after they'd talked, but initially it had torn at him and reminded him of all those ends he'd wanted and hadn't gotten. He turned onto his side so that he could look at Dietre's face.
"I get that. Sometimes it's like, all you want is that chance to see someone or talk to them again, even if it's not going to help, but it feels like it could maybe. Even if you know better..." he sighed, and looked over to offer Dietre a smallish smile. "The girl I wanted to marry, she showed up this past Christmas on my doorstep, and I'd dreamed of that so many times, you know, like, it was all I wanted for so long: For her to realize that she'd made a mistake. But in the end it just..." he shrugged, and followed it with a yawn. "She hadn't chosen me, and like, we couldn't reconcile that. Or I couldn't."
He reached to find Dietre's hand, curling in against the other man. It was possible by this point in the evening any inhibitions would have been stripped away like his party clothing, but adding the final Old Fashioned onto the other cocktails he'd had? Was definitely also playing its part. When he spoke it was with a very sincere tone, definitely amplified by alcohol, when he spoke again. "You can talk to me about stuff, Dietre. Like whatever it is, let's be those kind of friends." This was followed by a quick grin, sleepy, content. "And this kind too. We could probably fit Sieglinde," he glanced towards the foot of the bed. "If we wanted to."