Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
Hugh chuckled. He'd never read the poems, or Waste land for that matter, but he didn't doubt Atticus' statement at all. Suspected Atticus knew the works, and maybe Hugh would get around to reading them someday. He'd started reading more, after all, not just plays and scripts he had to read, but novels sometimes too. Blame Hannah, or maybe now Atticus. And it was nice - different from film. He'd started to enjoy the times he could escape into a book as significantly as he did a film. It felt like it didn't happen as frequently, but it sometimes did, and it was nice.
"Better leave a ghost light out," Hugh pointed out. "It might be a bookstore now, but it's a theatre once, so... keep all the old Theatre superstitions, right?"
Hugh glanced towards the house, noting it, and not certain who lived there. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that he'd known his neighbors in his apartment building in Seattle better than he knew his neighbors around the lake. People thought of cities being impersonal, but he hadn't found it to be true. They'd all been artists - largely - and some he'd worked with at various points, or seen in concert or in art galleries in the city, and he'd known. "I can lose myself in a city in a way I can't here," he nodded.
Hugh nodded, eyes softening. "That's ... yeah. I used to think I had lots of friends. Think I had lot of acquaintances, maybe. People that were really fun to hang out with or see a show with, we had really good times, you know, but I didn't tell them anything, not really." He broke off another piece of brownie and stuck it in his mouth, chewing an instant before he straightened slight. "Emotionally available just means you're available to invest in a relationship. You could be single and be as unavailable as if you were married."