Re: Near the docks: Jeremiah/Liam
It felt ominous 'are you here until you die', but maybe that was just Hugh's particular mood and this sudden fear of his life just staying like this forever and ever. It wasn't a particularly well-warranted fear though, which was something he was trying to remember. He had the means to leave, and all he really needed to do was say he wanted to and he might. It had been a thought turned over in the back of his mind for most of the weekend. Sure, he had an amazing house, and certainly the view was amazing, but all he really had to do was call his biological father, and that could be worked out probably anywhere that he wanted to go.
He nodded, smile momentarily grim, as he agreed with the shackling.
Hugh had come to Repose to hide really, or possibly he'd come to offer penance for crimes committed, but the film was out, the media had their fun, and the way the news cycle went - probably it had already been forgotten about. Not that it would never come up again, but there was a chance to rework things a bit.
"I'll leave someday," he answered - and there was certainty in that response. Unless he died much sooner than he was expecting, he wasn't staying here. There were things he wanted to do and he couldn't do them in Repose. And unless he could figure out some way to avoid all of the bat shit crazy ruining his life, he didn't think it was particularly great for his mental health. He turned to look at his companion. "How long have you lived here?"