Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Hugh watched, and then let his gaze wander out across the lake. This wasn't an angle he usually got to enjoy and it was beautiful in the early morning sunlight. He turned his attention back to his companion, gaze taking in the wheel lock, and the sail movements, and then finally offering Atticus a smile as he seemed to settle in across from him, and he took a sip of his own coffee.
"Plays. Theatre," he responded. "We just finished up Spamalot in Repose - I don't know if you saw that? It was community theatre, but I'd also auditioned and gotten a role in The Last Five Years over in the Capital. So between both of those, I've had a lot of time that's auditions. It's nice to have my weekends back now that Spamalot's done, which is why I thought I'd see if you had time for coffee," he motioned briefly, lifting his coffee up in a sort of nod or toast almost. "The rehearsals for the one in the Capital are almost entirely daytime during the week, although this week we'll be moving into tech week, so it'll probably mean some long hours again."
He didn't mind. Long hours on the show meant time that he didn't have to spend missing anything or anyone or moping. Two shows, all the memorization, the blocking, the dancing, the singing - it had meant he'd spent almost every spare moment of the past few months doing nothing but that - and having one of them fall out had reminded him of how much they'd occupied his time and kept him almost sane. The loss of Spamalot's rehearsals had opened space again - space he was trying to fill with things like coffee with a man he'd only met on the forums, and having new neighbors over to dinner. But he'd have the play for a few weeks more, and with any luck, it'd get good reviews, and he could have the satisfaction of having done well. And he was already looking for the next show he'd audition for. He didn't need to return to long days in the house without any one to talk to. This was healthier, he was pretty certain.
"I'm glad to have established that you don't think I'm a crazy person," he quipped lightly. "Although if you did, and you still brought me out on your boat, I'd have to give you extra courage kudos." Something. Taking something out indicated the potential of other things. "I can certainly understand how you'd want to take something out daily," he glanced around. "It's peaceful out here, and I feel like it might almost be as restorative as Yoga on the dock, you know?" He turned back around, curious: "How many boats do you have?"