Re: Lakeside:Theodore/Hugh
"Don't worry, I'm terrible at math," Hugh offered with a quick, slightly wistful, smile, taking a sip of his wine as a punctuation on the statement. At what point in his life had finding someone to settle down with began to look so appealing? It hadn't always, certainly. It had been a recent shift, and not something he was certain he was really cut out for, regardless of the fact that he now wanted it. A thought that required another sip of his wine. "But I suppose that does make it likely that the seventeen year old is your son? Or daughter? You should all join me for dinner some evening," he offered.
"My mother has amazing taste, but the latter is also true," he replied with a rush of warmth and affection towards his mother. She was and always had been his cheerleader, and he was probably always and forever a momma's boy. His father, fathers now really, were more complicated, but his mother could be relied upon.
"Is Massachusetts home here then?" He asked. "Or just America more generally? I feel as if my experiences in moving to Repose is that there are definitely regional differences between places. Or maybe Repose is just a little too..." he didn't want to say magical, because it felt like the thing that everyone knew but didn't quite admit to, and yet. He shrugged. "Inexplicable," he finally settled on. Because that seemed the best way to describe all of the strange things that happened, the things he didn't quite understand, but was beginning to at least be able to navigate, or expect that he would have to navigate, and hopefully any future things would not play havoc with his life as much as the dreams had.