"Good. Mm," Ashton acknowledged Dias' hand there on his shoulder with the slightest of sounds, closing his eyes and smiling calmly. There was so much he wanted right now, so many things that he could do if he were only bolder. But he still wasn't sure how far he should go, how much was too much. And they were in public, in the hallway. He wasn't in Dias' room like he'd wanted to be. Ashton was a private person most of the time

Finally, he opened his eyes back up, and tentatively brushed the top of Dias' hand with a couple of ungloved fingers. It wasn't much, but it was enough. And it was dark inside, so he doubted anyone would see anyway. Not unless they were looking on. Which - why would they? It wasn't like Ashton's business was very interesting to other people. Except for Claude..

"Did you hear me? On the piano earlier." He figured Dias wouldn't have recognized the melody as one of his own - this one had never played alongside them all in the orchestra. "I saw you and Claude talking nearby. ...And then later we figured out some things. About me, I mean. ..About what happened the other night."