"It's different from mine, but I don't know how typical mine is either. I know a lot of people who married way younger than I even was interested in thinking about it," Hugh nodded, shifting slightly in the chair. There were days he'd realized how much he'd invested in an idea of a life that he couldn't create on his own and how little he'd put into securing that before it was far too late. Other days he could by and large forget it. It wasn't the same, of course, not even close, but he thought he could understand - a bit anyway. Having something that had shaped you so radically that you assumed would last, and then it didn't, that he could understand, if not the depth of the loss.
"I think you're a ways from being stuck in a home," Hugh offered a warm smile. "And hopefully she'll always come home for a bit." Even he, who didn't really get on with his father had gone home last Christmas, and his mother had come here more recently or he would have gone home probably earlier on in the summer. "Being alone can be... well, lonely," Hugh admitted. "I think I spent most of my early twenties running from loneliness by trying not to spend a night alone. And I'm not... doing that now. But that doesn't mean that I always enjoy being lost with just my thoughts either. I like people being around," he shrugged lightly. "Theater has helped." The nights were still long though, and he realized how much he missed just calling Hannah up even if he was 99% certain that wasn't something he could return to doing. "Maybe she'll start her own family, and you'll have a house full of kids all over the place," he suggested instead of dwelling on his own stuff. "Like five grandkids or whatever - or you're young. You could always adopt another child. It's obvious you're a good father. There's a lot of ways to create family."