Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Hugh glanced over, and there was a bit of a self-depreciating smile as he shook his head at the onslaught of questions. He didn't entirely mind, but they were a little all over the place and he wasn't certain how to follow the thread through. "We never talked much although I did try to make certain we were on the same page early on, and she knew I saw people. But she was more serious than they were and I think we both knew that kind of. These days - I haven't been with someone in nearly three months, and if I were to start dating again, I don't think I'd actually want to do the open thing." He hadn't really wanted it with Hannah, but he'd played with it, for reasons that felt dumb now, but he supposed also had been its own learning experience in terms of determining he didn't want it. Whatever had changed, whether it had been his break-up or the trial and its publicity, he found himself shying away from the idea of just casual dates or hook-ups with an intensity that his younger self wouldn't have believed possible, probably.
It wasn't that surprising to Hugh, but maybe it was interesting to someone else. He took pride in being a professional when it came to stage work and he worked hard on it. He liked the recognition, every play in his biography was another success, and the larger the city, or the house, or the production, the better. But beyond that, he supposed, he wanted to be seen as authentic, sometimes he even tried hard to be that, and yet he knew he could be fake, he could present an appearance, and as much as anything it showed how well she'd known him that she'd known those words would sting like they did, so much that six - seven? - years later he still remembered them.
"What sort of plane?" Hugh asked almost incredulously. It seemed absurd that a plane going down would be the thing that would set the lake strange. He almost half wondered at times if they weren't on some sort of Buffy-like hellmouth, it would certainly explain a lot of the strange things he'd seen in the almost year he'd spent in this town. "Does it get lonely?" Hugh added. "I'd get lonely, but I might be sort of abnormal in the other direction. What sort of facility was the military facility?"