Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
Was OK to dream. Wasn't a big dreamer himself, but suspected Hugh was the type to dream. Was better because the dream seemed achievable, at least from where Atticus was sitting. Hugh was doing well. Was easy to see. Good to see. A far cry from the anon post that had led them to speak in the first place. "Will count on a coffee at least, for old times, after the publication," offered goodnaturedly.
"If I disappear one day, or seem to forget you, just be a pest. Sounds like older me was a piece of work. Not the best friend to have, but maybe he can be rehabilitated." His doubt of that was in his expression, but Atticus wasn't feeling particularly forgiving toward his older self today.
But he did have to thank Hugh for the idea of the dog. "Then I thank you," he told her. "Will make some calls." He would. Couldn't go pick someone out himself, but was already familiar enough with the wonders of the modern-day internet to know he could probably FaceTime a dog. Insane. But the lake wasn't ice yet. Could happen. "Thanks. Was a good visit." Glanced over his shoulder once, and then started reaching for his oars. "Favor? Stay off the lake. Don't think you're going out there on your own, but to be safe." Was starting to wonder if there was really any worry, but knew better than to test fate these days.