Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
Thought pretension, or what was perceived as pretension, was often an effect of upbringing. Had been a pretty pretentious kid, then had ended up in the middle of nowhere with a family who had no idea what being a Knickerbocker even was. Had changed his life significantly, and not just for monetary reasons. Money had still been there, but the standing was completely gone. Thought maybe Repose was a little like that for Hugh. A time away from the face he put on the world. Was nice to find something moderately likable at this town, some good effect it had. Always heard about the bad things.
"The right woman." Shook his head. Laughed a little. Coffee was between his knees now. "Never had any interest in the right woman on my arm, especially not if she expected to stay on my arm after the event was over," he said with easy candor. Wasn't something he was ashamed of. Had experienced a lot in his life, but had somehow managed to opt-out of the gay trauma experience all together. Wondered, idly, if that stayed the same for the next 20 years. "But do hope you find yours. Male, female, the dog. Would look good on a red carpet, wouldn't you?" he asked the canine with a chuckle. Always liked dogs.
"The train was interesting. Also interesting is how people react to it. Panic, fear, as if it was something really awful, but haven't heard of injuries. Didn't hear screaming or anything dangerous. Missing people don't seem to have been real, so, having experienced this more times than I have, explain it to me. Is it about giving up control?" Liked thinking. Not about his own things, wasn't into self-examination, but about external things. Liked it even in the drizzly cold inside a boathouse. "What were they like? Your train companion?" Stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles.