Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
"I had some pot brownies in college, but it wasn't legal at that point in Washington and it was mostly as offered by friends," he laughed lightly. "There's nothing beyond chocolate in these though - for better or for worse." He pulled out some plates, sliced up generous brownie slices. Yeah, he'd have to dance it off later but he was at the end of his run, and it was time for a tiny amount of carb celebration.
He passed over a plate and glanced again to the window, shrugging. "Presumably. Hasn't been anything since whatever that was the last time around - that was several weeks back though. I think, but I'm ready for spring and fresh air again." There was enough space in the house you couldn't exactly feel restless in it, or he didn't think you should be able to, but that didn't mean he didn't sometimes. "It's nice to not freeze your balls off when you take your dog out for a walk, you know?"
He took a moment to pour them both glasses of milk and motioned towards the couches if Atticus wanted. "Is it open yet?" He asked curiously. "I'm over, and I'll come by whenever. But if not, then you have to let me know when you open and I'll definitely come by at that point. Maybe even buy something," he teased.
Hugh slid into a seat, placing brownies and milk down, and shook his head with a slight laugh. "Love life is definitely calmer than the lake has been. It's just me," he shrugged lightly. "It's alright. I've got friends, and work, and it's enough right now." It felt mostly true even, the urgency and restlessness and wishing had mellowed out somehow. He still wanted it, if he were honest, but he didn't want the wrong something either.