Theodore thought about that for a moment and then smiled. "That does rather make me sound like Heathcliff, doesn't it? Tragic, romantic hero, all that?" He wasn't really that, though maybe some people would think of him that way, what with what had happened with Jamie, but no, Theodore didn't think about it that way.
"Yes, this is very relaxing," Theodore agreed, pausing as the waitress brought their brie and commenced taking their orders - Theodore ordered he Bleu Cheese Steak, because well, why wouldn't you? "And the food," he said with a rather grateful sort of noise. He really was quite hungry. He'd frankly gone without much of an appetite for some time after Jamie's death, but as it had come back he'd learned to really cultivate an appreciation for good food. "Oh, this is delicious," he said after trying some. "I can see why you wanted to come back here." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "But yes, I couldn't agree more. It's nice to have someone to share these things with. I'm very glad we've met," he said with a genuine, quiet smile.
Theodore was thinking of how he might explain, but Hugh understood, even if it wasn't firsthand knowledge, necessarily. "Yes, that's exactly it. Being an author really is the business end of things, when it comes to writing. Don't get me wrong; it's been lucrative for me and I wouldn't go back and change things, but it can be bloody exhausting at times, particularly right now. They've already set me up with dates in New York and Chicago. If things go well, there may be some others."