Hugh nodded. In many ways it made sense not to disrupt her life more than it already would have been by the loss of a father. It was a long ways away, but maybe it could also be explained by where Theodore had grown up. In a way, it made sense, but he took up on the topic of the ferry, and Seattle. "It was a really short walk from the apartment I had down to the ferries and you could walk on and go across to Bainbridge, which was a smaller town - but lots of good coffee and it's beautiful on that side of the sound too. I didn't go out much besides that except for a few times with friends. One of the summers I was at UW one of my friends had a yacht and we went up around the San Juan Islands for several weeks. It's gorgeous, but that's everywhere up there, I think." He shrugged, with a sheepish grin. "I might be biased, but I think it's gorgeous anyway.
"I do have my head in the play," he admitted, easily. "But even I need a break from my character's head-space once in a while."
Hugh supposed he did live here. In a house and everything. And for all he kept thinking about cutting and running he hadn't done so yet.
He glanced up at the tall ceilings and then looked back to Theodore. "You do have me there," he laughed shortly, running his finger around the edge of the now empty coffee mug. "I'm not certain I'm local enough to fit in, although I'm not certain what qualifies as 'fitting in' around here." Truthfully, he'd felt out of place at least as frequently as he'd felt as if he did fit, and sometimes he half wanted to sell, return to Seattle, and the other half of the time he'd contemplated renting a studio at the Capital, but then he didn't know what he'd do with Heart. Espresso and Cinnamon could likely travel back and forth, but Heart would hate the small space. Maybe a condo then, although that felt ludicrous when he also had that. "Have you had much opportunity to do that shoping, or spend much time with the other locals?"