Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
"'Who you were then,'" Was somewhat of a repetition. "Who are you now?" Seemed like the response indicated a change. "Do that often? Bring someone home? Did she? Did you talk about it?" The questions weren't asked with judgement in his voice. Curious. Was curious about how people managed tangled relationships. "Would you have texted eventually if she didn't?" Was like reading deeper and further into a book as the sun rose higher in the sky. Warmer now. Was sweating in his sneakers and the back of his shirt was damp.
Considered the things Hugh said about being an amateur, being fake, being pretentious. "Interesting that those were the things she thought would hurt you most for her to say." Was interesting. Said something about them, about their relationship. Didn't ask for further clarification, not out of any need to not be nosy. Was just content with that information. Told him enough.
Chuckled. "Lake is. Plane went down here during World War II, in the lake. Never took it out. Never claimed the bodies. Too expensive in the middle of a war, too complicated after." Glanced back at the island. As far as populating dead went, the island wasn't bad. They were angrier than most of Atticus' haunts, but they weren't particularly gruesome. "Only me. Only one house on the lake. There's an abandoned military facility, but it hasn't been used since World War II. Locked up tight. Only house is mine, and the rest of the place is a nature preserve."