Re: NYC: Hannah & Hugh
She nodded while he talked, because he got it. He understood, and she had been sitting on this and trying to decide if she was being sane or not. A lot of times, things with Jamie made her feel like she was overreacting, and she hadn't talked to Si about this yet. She wasn't supposed to, and maybe she'd need to make Si promise not to talk to Jamie about it, but it was good to know Hugh thought she wasn't insane to feel how she felt.
But she didn't think there would be trouble. It wasn't that. She liked Seven so far, but, "it's kind of like someone you just met knowing what you look like naked. Maybe that sounds like a weird way to describe it, but they shouldn't know unless you decide to show them."
And she listened to what he said about family and feelings, and she knew he was right. She did. It was hard for her to not placate, to not soothe ruffled feathers. It was the same thing that kept her quiet so much, that had kept her smiling so much when things were really, really bad, and she wasn't really sure how good she was going to be at turning back the clock on that. But she smiled at him warmly, a little glint of teasing in blue. "I'll yell really loudly at the top of my lungs one day, and maybe it'll help more than anything else could." But she shrugged a little. "Mars is okay. She wants me not to keep things from her anymore, and I'm doing that. She's angry about a lot of things, but she really just wants to be sisters. And Si has known the longest, and I think he mostly pretends I'm me. I haven't spoken to my brother-in-law in a while, but I'll check in on him soon. He's a little bit of a loner."
She took another sip of her water, her wine gone now, and she smiled again, more warmly. "Thank you so much for this trip, Hugh. And for talking to me. And for the lovely meal of gourmet mozzarella sticks. And for being my friend."