Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
"Maybe," Hugh considered. And it wasn't that he couldn't see it exactly, although like Zee traveled? He didn't entirely. "I don't know if it works with putting my career first right now though," he admitted. "Maybe if I get my Oscar, or my Screen Actors Guild or whatever... and then I can pick which roles I take, and travel the rest of the time?"
It was all a dream and not particularly substantial, and there were hours and hours of work, and a solid, steady doze of amazing luck that would have to fall into place for it to become true and he knew that. He'd thought he was about to break through, and then he'd messed it up, and then he'd ran away, and it had become a set-back rather than the step forward through the door that he'd hoped for. And a realistic part of him wondered if he'd ever step through it. "Maybe I should just find my companion along the way," he ventured uncertainly. "Should I decide to travel."
He shook his head. "I have an Instagram again, so I'll consider it. But! Maybe I should just practice with the camera I have," he waved his phone. "And if and when I travel I'll get a new one and I'll send you pictures, tucked inside envelopes with written descriptions of where I've been and all the things you'd love about it."
Hugh looked over at her, messy hair, and smiles, and dreams that felt like sparkles, and for a heartbeat he could remember all the things he'd felt when they'd been together, but it wasn't bad, the remembering - it was just the opposite and he let out a contented breath.
"As soon as I'm done with the play, I'm going to come to the carnival," he told her. "I'm going to come and see you, and I'll practice taking pictures, and if Zee's here still, then I'll bring her too. I want to see what you're doing there."