Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
He smiled at the notion, not sure he was ever going to be that person, while at the same time definitely knowing he wanted to be that actor. The past year had slid some realism in underneath the drive and ambition. A few years ago he'd been younger and far more naive about the possibilities and he'd been certain that the film would lead to the next big project, and he was just one step away from those larger films - the ones that might give him Oscar potential. Now - well there was a part of him that would be happy if the films he did made the independent film festival circuit and succeeded there. "If I do, then perhaps I will," he lifted his coffee as if in a half toast.
Hugh hadn't entirely considered that, but he supposed it made sense. The Atticus that was older wouldn't necessarily have this Atticus' memories. He nodded. "Fair enough," he told him. "I hadn't really considered that aspect of it. I'd like to keep you as a friend anyway," he smiled. Maybe they were only ever in boats, but there were worse ways to do friendships.
He sipped at his coffee and grinned. "It really was all her call. She was not interested in being left up at the house today and I told her she'd have to behave, but a dog's good. They're - company, you can talk to them without feeling like you're going completely crazy talking to yourself - and it's nice to have someone to take care of, really. I'd recommend one."