"I've two cats as well as Heart, and they take up very little room, and are very independent in case of travel," Hugh suggested, raising his own glass to finish off the last of his as well. He sat it down beside his chair, and then sat back, thoughtful. Hamlet was a role that would be incredible to take on, although Hugh wondered if he'd ever get the chance to. He was well suited to romantic leads, while Hamlet was all existential angst. Not that Hugh hadn't had depths of that to mine of recent. Maybe someday.
He turned his attention back to Theodore as well meeting his gaze and held it for several heartbeats, wondering about the inexplicable Theodore said he'd seen. He half wanted to ask about it, but it would get late. Dark already was later on these summer nights, and just because Hugh could stay up talking, didn't mean that his companion would want to. He hadn't always been honest, but on this at least, Theodore was right that he had no reason to lie, and anyway, he'd likely find out for himself soon enough. "Repose has definitely forced me to make room for a little more mystery," he said softly. "I'm not certain I've found the reasons yet, but I suppose there's still time."
He nodded to the empty glass. "Do you want another cup?"