Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
"I don't know if there really were any?" Hugh hadn't seen ghosts, but... "I would believe the whole production was cursed if you told me that," he stated emphatically. Between the murder, the lead actor's jail time, his own trial, the whole thing rather seemed as if it had been, and if there had been ghosts leading the curse, well he'd believe that too. Of course, he didn't have any proof of that either. The film wasn't exactly a cheerful topic.
"I've been friends with people I am not much like, but I think there's always something: similar interests or values, maybe just a mutual respect for each other's perspectives. I'll admit, I like people who push me, so long as there's respect there, if that makes sense? But I think expert or not, it's an opinion that makes sense to me." He looked over at Atticus. "Do you have some deeper friendships now though?"
He breathed in. Sometimes he wondered if it was enough. Sometimes he looked at himself and sort of sighed - as if friendships were something he could mark off a to-do list, like, you did this, and you did that, and you'll succeed now. People weren't like that, and if he was honest, nor was his career - but the career was a somewhat inanimate object that at least responded to a to-do list, marginally predictably. "I tried to pretend I didn't care much, but I think sometimes that just made me care more," he breathed out a huff of amusement. "Might be easier to just admit that yeah, I'd like to have good reviews on every project, and be liked by everyone I come in contact with: Easier to name it, and then let it not be reality. I can live with that."