"If I do, I'm going to come and bother you for ideas of where I should go and what I should do to not be too 'american' on my travels," Hugh quipped lightly as he reached for a fork and the chicken that was waiting for him. He was hungry, he frequently was after a show, and it was nice in so many ways to be back on this schedule. Not that he'd ever turned into some sort of early to bed person during his year away from the stage, but there'd been no reason to go get dinner this late, and very few places in Repose that allowed for it. This felt like a return to his old self, in maybe not every single way, but perhaps in a few that mattered. It was a good enough start.
He grinned, reaching for his wine to take a sip of it. "That was so sickly sweet," he told Theodore with a laugh. "I'm not even going to have to order dessert now. Somehow I did not place you as the stay-at-home Dad, but I don't know why, because it makes sense that it would have worked that way from what you've told me. But also that it would have been nice to all be able to travel together." He placed the glass down thoughtful. For a long time he wouldn't have thought he could get attached enough to anyone to miss them when he was away, but it seemed that he'd been wrong about his own emotional capability, not that it had mattered in the end. "What was your favorite part of parenting back then? I spend so little time with very young children, they always feel a little like another species to me."