Re: Boathouse: Hugh & Atticus
"You can guarantee coffee," Hugh promised. "I won't forget my friends here when I get stars in my eyes. Assuming, of course, that I do," he grinned and put the now empty coffee mug into the basket. He wasn't certain if it was going to work out all that grand, but the idea made him smile. The idea that Atticus thought it was possible, even if he was just being nice about it equally made him smile. He was glad that at least in professional areas of his life he was moving forward and reasonably content. It might not be everything he wanted for always, but for now it was enough.
He nodded, and looked at the man in the canoe. "I've not always been the best friend to have," he offered quietly. "And people haven't given up on me, so don't worry. I'll track you down even if you're old and grumpy. I can be persistent," he offered with a bit of a grin. "And charming, don't underestimate my ability to charm when determined to do so," this was said out and out with a grin, and he was teasing a bit, but also, at least half-way serious. Granted his ability to do so in Repose sometimes seemed a little lacking, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
He reached into the basket and handed over a tupperware conatiner to Atticus. "Some cobbler for the water," he told him as he stood, and wrapped his jacket around him a little tighter. "I - don't have any intention to go out there alone. Don't worry. You be careful too, ok?"