Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
"To each their own," Atticus said with an easy smile. Was a big believer that people should do what they needed to in order to feel OK. As long as no one else was being hurt, then the method was up to the individual. People were all different, and what made Hugh feel good might not be what made him feel good. Was interesting, people being different. Would be a very boring world otherwise. As for talking around strangeness, Atticus' entire life had involved that. Could sympathize.
"Think they call that 'hooking up' these days." What Hugh described. Was still catching up on the vernacular, but was pretty certain it went hand-in-hand with Netflix & Chill. Still missed Blockbuster. "What happened with the long-term?" Had no 'long-terms' of his own to report, but like hearing other people's stories. In truth, he just liked hearing other people. Living people. "Not sure you can qualify something that happens over and over as casual. Just my thoughts," he added, putting both hands up in surrender for a moment, and then returning his grip to the rudder, empty coffee mug placed at his feet.
"Wind's changing. Careful. Your head," he said, though it was a slow and slick slide of the sail from one side of the boat to the other, in order to catch the wind off the far side of the island. Returned his focus to the conversation after. "Think some people feel like there isn't freedom to do things they enjoy in a relationship. Think that's where you get the desire for open relationships. Something committed, someone to come home to, but no limits on what you can do should the desire arise." Shook his head. "Don't think it works." Quirked a brow. "Sound bitter. Bad break up, huh? Someone con you?" Had been disgustingly wealthy his entire life. Knew the type.