Hugh nodded, the writing made sense. It was work, but also, it was clearly something that Theodore enjoyed so it made sense it’s be the thing, or one of them anyway. Hugh felt that way about dance, it was part of something he knew because of stage work, but something he also genuinely just enjoyed. “I could see both of those. I didn’t usually go driving, but there were days I’d get on one of the ferries and just ride across. Let the air run through my hair and watch Seattle get smaller in the background. I suppose Elaine is old enough too that you don’t have to worry about leaving her for an hour or two.
Hugh laughed. “I mean I wasn’t going to go there, but yes,” his eyes twinkled. “Pretty certain Harrison Ford would have nothing on you, but it’s also entirely possible it’d be seen as trying too hard. I’m really enjoying the book you sent me, by the way. I didn’t finish it all in one setting as I might not have started until way too late last night. But I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.”
He put the coffee to the side, basically finished and nodded. It made sense to him although, “I hadly thing I qualify as a local,” he told Theodore with a laugh. “I feel like I am culturally a misfit half the time,” he shook his head ruefully.