Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
Hugh nodded, wondering if his father really qualified as terrible in comparison. No Isaac hadn’t ever supported him, but then if Mary hadn’t been there Hugh suspected his life would have been very different. His mom had gotten him lessons and been his defender when his father hadn’t thought he was serious enough or manly enough or whatever his particular complaint of the week has been. “It’s nice to have your own life,” he agreed. And he’d gotten lucky with his biological father. But even before that he’d managed to carve it out - and while in the aftermath of the trial it would have looked different he was certain he could have still made it work.
He smiled at this thought and raised his own glass of wine for a sip. “Friends are always good news. When Zee showed up, that was ... it’s nice to have people around who know you a bit. And especially ones that understand your passions.” Which obviously, if he’d paid to have the piano restored. “Had he been gone long?”