"You wake up, then coffee," Hugh grinned. It didn't really matter what time you woke up, that was just the order of things. "Sometimes before anything else. But usually it's not before 8am, I've never willingly been an early riser," he admitted. "And mostly theatre allows for that. Shows run late, you get done late, I go to bed at 2 or 3 and sleep late. That's what blackout curtains are for, you know? But film sets do have earlier call times, or night call times, and then you get your sleep schedule all mixed up." There had been some very early morning call times on the last film and they'd been a struggle every single one of them.
And Theodore was very possibly right, and he couldn't help but smile at the note about the author photograph. "I hadn't really realized it, but I suppose you're right, you don't have one do you? You're depriving the world of your roguish good looks," he teased. "You could be Indiana Jones the book author. But you would be more likely to be recognized," he conceded with a smile.
"Yeah, getting your face out there is, kind of important - and your work, honestly." He considered, thoughtful, the rush of the film, the trial, the fall-out. "Before the film most of my work was in Seattle, but I was a regular - there's reviews in the Seattle Times, and the Stranger, you know, and I had an Instagram that I kept up regularly, the point of that partially being to promote the shows I was in, but also to make connections. Sometimes they'd be actors or directors that were guest artists in from New York or LA. And during the trial, I just, I deactivated all of it. It was too much." He glanced down at the table, frowning. "There was all this reputation, especially local, and within that particular corner of the film industry, and the actress had a ...enthusiastic fan base... And when it was all over I came here, and nobody in Repose did seem to know - which was a perk. I didn't used to ever want anonymity," he admitted. "I wanted the Oscar or the Emmy or the Tony," he shrugged. "Now it's a little strange to get used to potentially people recognizing me again."
He was quiet for a moment as their drinks arrived, and then he looked over at Theodore. "Do you ever feel like your life is split into two parts, like before, and after, and it's so vastly different it's like relearning yourself all over again?"