Re: [Boating: Hugh and Atticus]
Chuckled. "Maybe acting's a bad idea. Could start to expect scripts for real life," he joked. "Can you imagine?" Figured he would constantly break script. Was interesting to think about, though. Liked letting his mind work. Thought about it a few seconds, as the boat rounded the tip and sailed back out into open water.
"Think they'd be more interested in the main facility. Sure there's an alien corpse in there somewhere." Atticus didn't think anything much of ghosts. Had seen them all his life. Was his version of normal. "I counsel a school group of kids who spend their afterschool time attempting to summon demons. Might be a bit desensitized," admitted. Good kids. Missed them.
Wasn't concerned with damage to the boat. Wasn't concerned with either of them drowning, either. Just didn't want the poor guy to end up with the old man in the boat. Assumed the old man might throw the guy over just to stop himself from existing. Wasn't trying as often to make the old man return. Had mostly given up on that. So he took over control of the boat, and he pulled it up against the edge of the dock smoothly. Was safe at this distance, and he hopped up, ducked the sail, and roped a cleat on the wooden dock. "Always available for lessons," he offered, and he held out the mug Hugh had brought him.
Held his hand out next. Offered it to shake. "Thanks for coming out. Thanks for the coffee and the talk," he said genuinely. Sun was high now, and this had been a good way to spend the morning.