Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Hugh smiled a little. There were times he didn't think of himself as very lucky, after all, he'd messed up two relationships that had been important to him, made what felt like a rookies mistake in a really real way on his first Hollywood job, and managed to land himself as a visible part of a murder trial, having moved to the middle of nowhere - and sometimes it was lonely, and he worried that he wasn't coming back quickly enough. But logically he couldn't argue with Dietre. It could have been worse. His mother could have insisted on him doing what his Dad wanted, and he might have not had a biological father who had been there to help him with the trial.
"You're probably right on that assessment," Hugh let Heart run off, and he headed to pour himself a glass of water, offering one to Dietre as well. "I had support - have support - even if it's a ways away, and these days I'm all grown-up and feel like I need to take care of things on my own."
He took a sip of the water he'd poured, and nodded. "I miss having readily available public transit. I never drove much when I was in Seattle. I mean, I did to go visit my parents, or if I was going further sometimes, but generally I just hopped on the bus." He paused. "I'd say that it was easier to make friends in the city, but I think - honestly? - when I started trying here it's not been so hard. I just had to stop ... actively not trying?" He shook his head. "I don't know, I suppose time will tell on that part, but here we are, huh?"