Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
"Always assumed I'd have a book under my belt by forty. Something intelligent that managed to bridge the academic and popular markets. Disappointed in myself." Was, actually. Knew he wasn't ambitious, but assumed he'd be able to get off his ass someday for academic notoriety. Hadn't happened. "Suppose there's still time," he mused. Didn't actually believe that, though. Wasn't motivated to write anything. If being stranded on an island alone didn't make him write, then he was pretty sure nothing would. "You can write it. Get me a signed copy." Glanced toward the town. "Think you could find something to write about here."
Didn't mind talking about the island. Was true that he didn't show his emotions often, but didn't mind the subject. "Turn back into him. The second I touch land." Motioned beyond the boathouse. "And he just turns back around and gets in the water. Can't force him to stay out, since I don't exist when he's here. Won't stay out, so I don't bother much anymore. No point." Matter of fact. Was how it was. Not much point in being histrionic. Was thinking about the dog instead. Wasn't a bad idea. Motioned to her. "Good dog. Where'd she come from?"
Chuckled. "You can have all the romance for both of us. Not sure, but think I'm not cut out for it. Maybe I'm too unromantic, too practical. Not sure, but have never been interested in it. You seem like you'd thrive in a sappy relationship." Was grinning. Joking. Did think Hugh would do well with sappiness and cheesiness, but also didn't think that was necessarily a bad thing.