Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Coffee was good. Had spent most of his life in New York or Chicago, and had gotten accustomed to good coffee. Had a Keurig on the island. Was waiting on an espresso machine. Wasn't the same as good, good coffee. Was good, good coffee. Took another sip as he eased the boat clear of the dock and into the open water of the lake.
"Nice to meet you too," he said honestly. Was glad he could come as far as the dock without ceasing to exist. Would've been hard to maintain his sanity otherwise, seeing as inviting people to the island was problematic in and of itself. And he hadn't thought Hugh was crazy in his anon post. Had thought Hugh sounded down. Assumed relationships could do that to a person, when that relationship went wrong. Didn't have personal experience with that, but he read a lot. Taught teenagers, too, and no one was more dramatic about romance than a teenager.
"Glad to hear things are better." They'd caught the wind now. Water lapped against the side of the boat. Let the sail out, then locked the wheel and moved back to the opposite stern bench, hand on the rudder, coffee resting on his thigh. The breeze was easy. Ship listed the smallest bit as it followed the lake's contour. "Busy doing what?" he asked curiously. Was curious by nature, if incorrigibly lazy. "Didn't sound crazy too me. Read too much for that to have sounded crazy." Grinned a lazy grin and took another sip of his drink as he glanced out at the water. "Take something out most days, early like this. Like being out on the water." Killed time. Seemed his life lately was heavily about killing time.