It was difficult to really express the way that acting made him feel as if he was himself again. It was something he was good at and it was something he never minded putting hours into. Writing had been something he'd thought maybe he could do - and in all honesty maybe someday he would. When he thought of the story he had pieced together, it wasn't maybe completely worthless, but it wasn't easy. Whereas telling a story with his heart and his body and the words he was saying, by inhabiting someone else entirely? That was something that he could do. And in the process it had felt like he'd started healing better than he ever had before. "I think it's always good to have someplace that feels like home," Hugh suggested. "And the stage always does, no matter where the stage is located."
He raised the bourbon once more, finishing it off. He hadn't poured so much of it to start with. He was drinking less, but that didn't mean he wasn't still drinking some. But he was self-aware enough to know when he was leaning hard into bad habits, and he'd been leaning less into all of them, even with the break-up, and that was reason enough to be glad he was back on the stage. He nodded, and put the empty glass down. For a moment he was quiet, considering. "The Seattle Times was fair in their coverage," he said softly. "Some of the entertainment blogs and news sources, not so much, but it's all there." He looked back up. "I have regrets and it's not my favorite topic," he smiled ruefully at Theodore. "But I think sometimes it's good for me to talk about it with people, it normalizes that, a bit, and just - I think it's probably good, ultimately. Regardless,if you have questions - I'd rather you ask them than be left wondering."