Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
"Stuff." Echoed. "Not a particularly poetic way to state it, but would agree with you that there is 'stuff.'" When he'd first made contact with the man who sold him the stele and the runes, he'd been determined not to ask about it. Better not to know, but now his curiosity was piqued. Was a new thing. New 'stuff,' and Atticus wanted to know more. Was the same way with haunts, mythical creatures, and sea serpents. Was curious about pretty much everything, despite being a lazy sonofabitch. "Don't strike me as the type of man who goes looking for those things, though." Stuff.
Had no personal experience with late-night texting. Had never fallen in love. Had never really deepened a friendship over any digital medium, at least not until now. "Suppose that's true. About being more honest in text. Not sure it applies to me, but see how it can apply in general." Wasn't sure being honest or open, at least in the way he thought Hugh meant, was for him.
Chuckled, and grabbed one last brownie. Wasn't concerned about his appearance, and they tasted great. Took a bite. "Here's to hoping you're right. About small fears. Sounds like you're definitely making progress if you can acknowledge that kind of thing. Am still at the point where it feels like keeping myself to myself is the wisest choice." Knew that had everything to do with his life to this point. The haunts, they're threats, the fact that no one had believed him about them as a child. Had guilt over his parents. Was making progress, but was slow. Needed more time. "Hope I get to your point someday." Chuckled again, because it was a funny thing for a grown man to hope for. Took another bite of the brownie.