Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Didn't know about the trial. Would probably have heard more about the world, had he been off the island. Wasn't. In a very real way, Atticus was insanely isolated. Was like he was still in 1999, at least until he looked at the internet. But wasn't accustomed to socials or surfing the net, so he didn't check often. Mostly, he just looked at the town forums. They were small. Digestible. Didn't feel like 2019, either.
"Never cared for therapy," admitted honestly. "Don't enjoy digging for emotions." Was true. Atticus existed. Just accepted what he felt at face value. Didn't go looking inside himself for reasons. Didn't think reasons mattered very much. What mattered were a man's actions. Believed that fully. Was what caused him to chuckle when Hugh said hid character in the play behaved like a dick. "People often do." Knew people usually behaved liked dicks. Accepted that. Was something that felt like truth to Atticus, who didn't really believe in any type of anesthetized world.
Listened. "Apparently, give me a couple of decades, and I think open relationships are the way to go. Sounds like some hippie bullshit to me. Not owning people or something like that, but don't think commitment is about ownership. Don't think the concept of freedom extends to commitments and relationships. Think it's doomed as a concept. People have complicated feelings when it comes to love." His coffee was almost depleted, but he swallowed down the last bit with the same pleasure as he had the first bit. "Thoughts?"