Hugh fluctuated. Sometimes he wanted to look as youthful as possible, and sometimes he wanted to embrace his age. It’s not like he’s technically ’old’ yet — only 56. He’s allowed to still hold some security in the way he looks. Right now he’s embracing the appearance of his age, rather than trying to look twenty years younger.

The one thing that stayed consistent with Hugh’s changing appearance is that everybody adored him. Some more than others, and some in different ways, but whether he “looked good for his age” or “looked his age,” he always had someone to admire him.

One of them was you, of course; his costar.

Hugh hasn’t been much of a fan of inter-production romances since his last two failed. And it’s not only that, but you are way too young for him, the way he sees it. But he likes you. He does! He isn’t sure quite yet if it’s in the way you’ve made so obvious that you like him, but he does like you. He’s very… fond, we’ll say.

It’s a slow day on set, where not much filming is getting done besides the one scene they have to shoot over and over again because the actors can’t get their lines right. It has nothing to do with you and Hugh, so you both stand over at the refreshments table while you wait.

“I swear, I love those two,” Hugh begins, “but I was going to say something mean about them. Until I realized there was freshly-cut watermelon over here. Now I hope they never get this scene right.” He looks over and grins at you.