Re: The Chamberlain's Men: Hugh & Mason
Hugh was not so oblivious to not recognize the signs of something a lot more under the surface, but he didn't push at them either. Instead he tilted his cup, watching the liquid hitting the edges of the glass differently as he tilted, and he nodded his head. Repose was a great place to hide despite how small it was. And while it had its own feeling of being claustrophobic, which Hugh had been familiar with when he'd filmed in a tiny town in Washington state, it also respected secrets in a way that he had never felt with that town. He suspected it was as close to a large city in that way as one might find in any small town. And the Capital was close enough.
His gaze flickered up, considering Mason's face, and he smile, just a hint of one on the corners of his lips as he nodded again. "Then good for you. I think it's been too much quiet for me, but also, I've been hiding, intentionally and that doesn't need to be..." he waved a hand at the room around him. "Getting out of my fucking house and being around people occasionally is probably a good idea, you know? I've been too insular."
Hugh tapped a finger on the table next to the base of his cup. He was pretty certain it was bad form to ask someone whether or not they had oddities of their own. "It's strange being a Muggle in Hogsmeade," he offered finally, and he lifted the cup to drink to that feeling, because it seemed a little as if this might be what it would feel like to fall in love with a witch or a wizard and be pulled into the Wizarding World suddenly, where wands and magical creatures were typical, but you couldn't do anything yourself, only try to understand things that were completely foreign to you.