Re: NYC: Hannah & Hugh
"I think it's interesting that there are pieces of us that our families never get even though we're made of all the same pieces that they are," Hugh considered. She knew well enough that his father hadn't approved of his career, but people in a more general sense did give his acting praise. "You might be surprised though. If you just started describing something then what happens if you just keep writing? You might have a story."
Hugh took a sip of his drink and he reached across the table for her hand to squeeze it. "What other people see as the smart thing for you is sometimes just the smart thing for them. And it doesn't mean you need to do it. I think it takes a while to learn that sometimes." He dropped her hand, reached for his cup again although he didn't lift it and he shook his head with regard to Jamie. "No, it's alright. I don't mind listening? If it helps."
At one point in his life any conversation about Em would have felt difficult. For a while Hannah had tried to get him to contact her, and he hadn't wanted to. He'd known that it wouldn't end in some neat resolution, and he supposed at that point in time he hadn't wanted to deal with that. But of course it wouldn't end in some neat resolution. Right now it felt a lot more like talking about an old friendship than anything else.
He turned one of the rings on his right hand as he talked. "The prologue really is just that I had unresolved questions. We talked." A beat, and then his smile broke and he shook his head. "Actually she yelled at me a lot, and I realized that she's not always nice - which I knew, and I think maybe we could have made something beautiful if we'd chosen each other, but we didn't. And I realized I want someone to choose me."