Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
Hugh sat down, reached for his coffee, and took a sip of it, settling in, and Heart circled up, and laid down at his feet. He didn't reach down for her, instead, he just let the coffee sit on his knee and gave Atticus a smile. The time away had been good, refreshing, and that was true, but also true was the fact that slowly Hugh was feeling a little more like himself. He wasn't entirely certain that Repose would ever allow for him to be how he'd been before. The culture here was different from the city, but he was learning (he thought anyway) to manage those differences, and he was making friends- Atticus in front of him was proof of that. And that felt good, natural, made him feel more like the man he'd been before everything had happened.
And it didn't mean he wasn't aware of shifts and changes and things learned that couldn't be unlearned, but it did mean he felt more comfortable in his old skin - his new skin.
He laughed. "I don't need a bigger house, not unless I somehow get a lot more people living with me," but he figured that Atticus was joking. "Big lights though, red carpet? An actress on my arm, or god," he laughed, "A slightly older and more distinguished actor on my arm? I'd be okay with that."
He took a sip of the coffee, and looked over. "How was the train ride for you?"