Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Atticus liked the sailboat. Liked something a little bigger and faster on the open ocean. But liked the sailboat on the lake. Took for granted how easy it was to sail. His foster father had been a baitman. Had grown up on the water. Was as much a product of that life as he was of his parent's Knickerbocker upbringing. Was here now, grinning at the man on the dock. Liked visitors. Was honestly the only way he kept himself sane on that island, was meeting people. Was working on getting a temporary pass off the rock, but was still a work in progress. Town events seemed to offer a temporary breaking of the rules, but they also seemed to only last until sunrise.
Took the coffee mug and sipped. Closed hazel eyes while he did so. Was nice, bold, strong, just sweet enough. Opened his eyes again. Smiled. "Will take you on as many turns around the lake as you want in exchange for this," he said truthfully. "Usually drink it black. Sweet enough," he assured Hugh, and he waited for Hugh to step over before he released the cleats. Grinned again, setting the coffee down in a holder beside the wheel down a step into the cockpit. Motioned to the curved bench-seating on the stern pulpit, just behind the wheel. "Take a seat," he offered.
Had put together the offer of coffee with the upset anon on the forums. Didn't ask many people for coffee, surprisingly. Had only recently begun reaching out more often. Remembered snippets of Hugh's story, but figured Hugh could update him on events. Took Hugh's hand and shook it. Atticus' fingers were thick and long, skin olive and the back of his hand coated in dark hair. "Hugh. Knew who you were, but don't mind introductions." Touched his chest. "Atticus, obviously. Doing better these days?" he asked, returning his attention to the wheel after temporarily kicking the motor for a second, just to get them into reverse and catching the wind.