Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Generally it always seemed silly to Hugh. He was asleep, and he shouldn't really notice one way or another, but he did. And it had become more obvious the more he'd had someone around that was more consistently there. So now it was Heart, and probably should he ever get a human partner more consistently again it'd have to be someone who dealt with Heart in bed too, because he'd have a hard time kicking her out.
Hugh did have friends, and recently he had more friends, people he could contact for an evening out or in, people he could talk to when he needed support, and people whom he tried to support in return. But none of them were so close that he felt as if he could always contact them. He didn't know if that was him that put the walls in place, not wanting to get too close to one person, or perhaps his own fear that if he asked for too much, they'd push him away? Because Hugh suspected that he could be a lot and that maybe he was too much sometimes. Multiple friends that he could do different things with seemed the best way to go right now. Nobody that he would bother too much and find that they'd decided it was too much. "Don't worry, I can talk your ears off about movies and catch you up," he laughed.
"Poetry, or novels, or both?" he asked, sipping off the rest of the chocolate and enjoying the remaining warmth even as it was definitely getting cooler. "I've never been real good at reading although I feel like I've made a lot of friends recently that are readers, so I've been trying to take suggestions and read more. Plays is kind of the one exception to that, because it's so good to be familiar with the more well-known playwrights as an actor so I've tried to read fairly widely there."