"That sounds a bit disconcerting, but I would think you'd fall into a particular schedule for whichever project you're working on, and get used to it. Until it changes again, of course. Unless they're just despicably early." Theodore did not like early mornings, for his own part. He didn't sleep too late, naturally, but anything prior to eight o'clock, he definitely considered waking up early.
He had to laugh at that; hats had never been his thing, and probably why he looked - he thought - older than his age, and definitely was showing signs of sun damage on his skin. But he'd refused, mainly because he thought he looked silly, and they had just made him warmer. He also laughed because he remembered how much Jamie had hated the Indiana Jones films, even while professing they were "fun" and then spending much of the time they'd watched them pointing out the inaccuracies of archaeological processes. "Ah, that's where it all falls apart. If only," he chuckled.
He went quiet and listened to Hugh talk about how he'd tried to pull back from fame, and he felt a pang of genuine sympathy. It had to be your lifeblood - celebrity was a very real cult around the world - and he'd been forced to pull the plug. He'd read the stories, and while he didn't have any questions about the incidents in question, he had a better understanding for what Hugh must have gone through. And how hard it would be to withdraw from that limelight. "But there's a part of you that wants that still, I'd imagine," he said finally, part-question, but part-statement.
"My life, I think, is a succession of befores and afters. I feel like I've had three separate ones, not just two. There was the life before Jamie, then with him, and now after. But within that, before Elaine came along, and now I'm staring at how things will be when she's off on her own. So yes," he took his drink and raised it, considering it for a moment before taking a sip. "Yes, I think I'm doing that constantly."