Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
"I love love stories," Hugh smiled, turning the coffee tumbler in his hand. He didn't think that was a surprise to Atticus, or probably anyone who knew him. "But I don't just want a lover, I want a friend - someone that yes, will be there for a long time and that's harder I think - or... I don't know. I thought it was possible for a brief few months, and maybe I was wrong about that, because obviously it didn't work out, but in the absence of it, I don't want to try to pretend there's something with someone that there isn't.
"And if I want to talk to them everyday, but they don't want to talk to me every day, then that's not really good either is it? I have my work, and I'm getting better parts again, and that's good. It gives me something to reach for and work towards." And romance wasn't one of those things, even if he felt a little as if he were locking himself up, and avoiding - actively not thinking about people in certain ways.
He took a sip of the coffee and shook his head. "I wouldn't say we control nothing, but... we control a lot less than we'd like to think, that's probably true. And these nights are an opportunity to remember that we don't, and also that things that control us are sometimes things we can't or don't understand."
"He brought me home, seemed nice enough. I'm not certain if we'll be friends after this or not, but we maybe could be."