Re: NYC: Hannah & Hugh
Hugh reached for the menu and opened it and as she said she wasn't made for really rural places he laughed, an amused huff that was lost among the music and the noises in the bar. "I'm not made for rural spaces," he told her. "I'd rather have a group of people like this, a bar where nobody knows me, versus one where I walk in and feel very obviously as if I don't belong. Maybe I'd feel differently if I'd grown up in a small town, but it always feels suffocating to me and I never quite feel as if I belong there."
This he meant. As he'd tried to make friends in Repose, tried to get outside of his mansion, there were moments, many moments, where he didn't feel as if he belonged there at all. He kept thinking of leaving and he always ended up wondering why he was staying in the end. His need to hide was more or less gone. And yes, he had a few friends, but what else was he hoping to accomplish?
The waiter came by and he ordered a jack and coke, and let Hannah order her drink, and the waiter promised he'd be back for food orders, and Hugh turned his attention back to the menu.
"I think it'd be sad yes," he stared at the menu entry for a burger, and contemplated whether he should do that, or something more traditionally Irish. Traditionally Irish won out, and he looked back up at Hannah. "Whatever the reason they weren't there - anyone that impacted your life that much, that stays in a space in your head, if you only have them there, it's... probably not all happiness. I think it's romantic in that idealization of one perfect love, and that's all there is, and it will be with you forever, maybe?"