Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Hugh watched Atticus try his coffee. It was an area that Hugh typically felt pretty comfortable with, but there was always a question when it was someone new - what were the preferences, and while the roast he started with was amazing, and his skills with a pour over equally so, still. The acceptance, and perhaps even mild praise brought a smile to his lips as it usually did. He sat as instructed, his own coffee balanced on his knee with his hand around it as he did so.
"It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Atticus," Hugh offered with simple sincerity, he could flatter, but this wasn't that. He'd been so grateful for someone who didn't seem to think what he was saying was completely crazy, and it had been on his mind for most of the past few months to contact him and follow-up on his offer. "Somewhat, yes," he nodded, reaching to take a sip of his own coffee as he watched what Atticus was doing. "I've been busy anyway, and that definitely cuts down on the sort of getting inside of your head and never getting out problem. Thank you for at least not making me feel as if my head was crazy," he added honestly. "The way that post was going, I think I was about ready to dig into the wine cellar and never emerge." It was said lightly, but he'd gone through multiple bottles of wine in the early summer, and he'd been ready to pack up and go back to Seattle until one of the auditions had worked. "I've added a stack of books to my bedside table, thanks to you," he added. "Not that I've had much in the way of time to work through them, but the intention is there anyway."
He looked up at the sail stretched up over them, and tilted his head back so that he could look up towards the top of the mast. "Do you take her out often?"