Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
"I keep telling myself writing an award winning script isn't the point, so much as just writing, so I'll tell you too," Hugh offered the encouragement, with a quick returning grin of his own. He was really bad at wanting everything to be the best, and it was pat of what had made writing so hard. When he didn't feel as if he could deliver it perfectly, he'd wanted to give up and return to something else. But maybe Atticus had convinced him to keep at it a bit - even if it was frequently sidelined now.
But at this revelation, Hugh did remember, and his eyes widened lightly. "Oh god, you're right. I don't even want to remember or think about what I probably said to you," Hugh laughed, but there was a half note of chagrin anyway. It had been his first Christmas here, but he'd been home in Seattle as he recalled, and he must have gotten the number wrong. It was Hugh's turn for his cheeks to flush slightly. It was one thing to drunkenly text a stranger or someone you were close to, it was another to realize you'd done it to someone who was now potentially a close friend. And maybe it shouldn't have mattered at all, but he had no real recollection of what he'd said, only the memory of having done it. And probably nothing really that he wouldn't tell Dietre now? It was with this thought that he soothed back the sudden spike of worry, well and also the remaining sip of his wine.
"It's a helluva meet cute," Hugh offered. "Maybe I should take writing inspiration from it."