Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
The thing about Hugh is that at one point he'd been really really sloppy honestly. Oh, in his head he told himself he hadn't been. That he'd just had fun with people who also wanted to have fun, but in retrospect, it had made messes way beyond what he'd thought. And maybe he'd self-corrected too far, fear of failure or hurting someone holding him back from things he'd once upon a time have just gone for, and maybe somewhere in between the two things was something a little softer. He could see Hannah's curiosity and he smiled a little. "We met at UW. She decided she wanted to get involved with a show, behind the scenes, and we hit it off, and from there on out, she was one of my sort of constant people. We'd go to parties together, and she'd come to all my shows. But she's always been one to travel a lot, and she left about the time the filming started, and we never are good about communicating when we're apart, particularly, and I kind of scrubbed all my accounts and didn't think about the fact that she wouldn't know where to find me. But she called my Mom finally and of course Mom knew where to find me."
Hugh nodded. It would be nice to see Theodore again, but he didn't know if he would come back after all. It'd depend, he suspected on things with his daughter, and perhaps the school itself, and in the meantime, Hugh was still largely grateful that they'd had a chance to meet. Theodore had made him feel as if he wasn't too much at all, and he'd consistently been there when Hugh had needed him over the summer, and that mattered in ways that went deeper than logic or emotion, and it had been a gift.
"Now I've got to ask the question of whether I'm going to be Clint Eastwood in this scenario or Meryl Streep?" he quipped, his smile turning bright, amused at the description, and aware that she'd caught on, maybe without him saying a single thing, that the relationship had mattered to him. "We're not really a big bridge town, Repose."