Re: NYC: Hannah & Hugh
Hugh listened, listened while guiding them towards a nearby Irish Pub that he knew stayed open late and served food quite late. He'd looked up possibilities for them long before they came, and now checked his phone just to be sure he was taking them the right direction after all.
He didn't know if he entirely agreed with her - it seemed that someone who could be dangerous could be dangerous to you as well - but on the other hand, he thought he understood a little what she was getting at, and he could see the potential appeal, particularly if you felt vulnerable - someone that could get dangerous and chase away the bad things. He could have gotten himself lost in whether or not he did agree with her, and to what extent and in what circumstances, but instead he put a hand on her elbow to turn the corner.
"No, it's nothing like those places," he agreed easily, glancing upwards towards flashing lights, buildings, and there was that feeling that anything could happen. Everything happened here, history was made in cities like these, and it was worlds away from Repose and even from the Capital, and even his beloved Seattle. And Seattle might be home, and Repose might have become a place he missed when he was away from it, but even now he wondered if he should just move here, get a studio, and start auditions, one after another, until something clicked and he got his Broadway dream. "I feel a little more alive someplace like this," he admitted. "It's energizing, and it makes me want to start trying to achieve every dream I've ever had," he pulled his attention back to the woman next to him. Mostly a few years ago his dreams hadn't involved had anyone next to his side. It was maybe a little ironic that this should change when his circumstances really hadn't. If he could return to the dream where he accomplished it all on his own, maybe he'd be less generally melancholy about everything right now. But it was difficult to keep that mood in this city.
"Here," he held the heavy wooden door open for her. "Is it terrible that I want a huge plate of food? I'm starving for some reason." He glanced around the pub, older looking with wood paneling, and a real bar with stools that looked as if they might not have been changed since the 1930s. "I think that sounds terribly romantic, the idea of them being there even when you're with someone else, but I don't think I'd want it."