Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
Hugh suspected that he did not require fame to project pretension, or maybe it was just that sometimes here in Repose he felt that others perceived him that way. But that too, was shifting into a thing of the past year. This wasn't that, and he could think of more times recently when he hadn't felt it than when he had, and that was a relief. He hadn't liked who he'd thought he might be for a while, or who he wondered if other people thought he was, and all in all, he'd spent less time recently worrying about any of it. Smiling came easier, as did laughing, and friends were becoming a little easier too.
He tilted his head, a smile on his lips. "I could do older, distinguished woman on the arm - if it was the right woman," and this seemed true. He could be shallow, sure, but age wasn't something he was feeling as shallow about these days, and he didn't need anyone to be younger than him just because. "I'm equal opportunity, Atticus," he laughed lightly. "Put someone on my arm who I'm close to, and I'm not really overly concerned about age or gender."
Hugh took a sip of his coffee and considered the train. He could see how you might enjoy being somewhere else - especially since he got the impression that Atticus didn't get out or off the island that much. "I can see that. It was good for me to get away, as you noted, and I feel like sometimes you need a change of things. I can understand how someone might not enjoy it - especially if they didn't like who they were being for the night - but I didn't mind it. It's been better than other Repose events, that's for sure." He wasn't certain if it would be a lifelong connect, but perhaps a connect, which was good enough from where Hugh was standing, and he nodded. "We've spoken a bit."