Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
“Yes,” Hugh stated immediately, without taking any time to think it over. After Theodore, well, the idea of magical curses was obviously true. There were aspects he wasn’t sure about maybe, didn’t know if the production had actually been cursed for instance, but in the concept, he did. And he knew enough to not have to think about the whether he believed in that idea at all. He shrugged. “I don’t know that I always have. But I think there are things...” he but his lip trying to figure out how to say and finally ending on. “Stuff is there. Stuff I don’t necessarily understand but doesn’t make it less real.”
He thought briefly of late night texting conversations and how they had sometimes deepened a friendship, and he smiled. “I think sometimes though, you’re more willing to be honest in text. Not always, but, it’s easier. I’m - mostly with you though. I like this, seeing people, being able to touch them. You can’t do that with a screen between you.
Hugh smiled sympathetically. He definitely knew what it was like to feel paralysed by fear of failing. Vulnerability, at times, could make him nearly sick with dread. And with a smile he reached across to squeeze Atticus’s hand. “In my experience, the best friendships make that fear small and not worth wasting time on. Trying to find all those friendships.”