Hugh didn't want to get up. He knew that the others were all waiting for him downstairs. Questions would be thrown, suspicions arise, and Hugh didn't know if he could handle it. He sighed and put on his black glasses to shield his white, nearly blind eyes and pulled the covers up to his chin. If someone came up to get him, he didn't want them to see his eyes. They'd think he was a wight, and they'd kick him out. He'd have to fend for himself like before, without Fiona or Liam this time. His eyes started tearing up and he sighed, curling up and burying his face in his pillow.
"Hugh? Are you awake?" Fiona said quietly, peeking her head into her lover's room. She sighed when she saw the sixteen year old boy curled up and whimpering in his bed like a small child. Brow furrowing, Fiona sat on the edge of Hugh's bed and smoothed his hair away from his forehead, kissing his quivering lips softly. Hugh seemed to relax and he sat up, hugging her from behind and nuzzling into her shoulder.
"I can't do this Fee," Hugh said softly, and Fiona nearly burst into tears when she felt how badly he was trembling. Expression hardening, Fiona turned and cupped Hugh's face in her hands, pressing her forehead to his in a silent gesture of reassurance. She stroked Hugh's tear stained cheek with her thumb and with her other hand, took off the goggle-like black glasses that covered his face. Hugh's eyes were clouded over and surrounded by scars, but she could sill faintly see that beautiful azure shade of them.
"You're the bravest person I know, Hugh. You sacrificed yourself for me and protected me after Liam was killed by the wight that... that hurt you. These people here love you, they won't hurt you or be afraid of you," Fiona said quietly, pressing soft kisses to Hugh's cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. Hugh smiled softly and hugged her tightly, resting his head on top of hers. They sat in silence, embracing each other and letting the quietness work it's way into Hugh.
"I-I... I suppose since Horace knows, the others should as well," Hugh whispered, getting to his feet and pulling Fiona with him. He was still shaking, but he seemed more confident with Fiona's hand in his. As they made their way down the stairs, the loudness of the parlor's occupants grew louder and louder. Hugh's face paled and he almost ran back to his room to get his goggles, but Fiona held him firm. When the pair came to the end of the stairs, a collective gasp went up among the children, and even Enoch looked horrified. Horace quickly joined Hugh's side, grabbing his other hand.
One of the twins left their sibling's side, going up to Hugh. They stopped and stared at him for a moment, their head tilted slightly. Hugh felt uneasy; the doll-like faces painted on the sacks the twins wore over their heads were unnerving, and being stared at was so creepy. The twin chittered softly and enveloped Hugh's legs in a hug, and Hugh could have sworn he heard a soft sniffle. Biting his lip, he removed his hands from Fiona and Horace's grips and knelt down to give the twin a proper hug.
"Hugh, why don't we go into the kitchen? Enoch, Horace, Fiona, you all can come as well. The rest of you hurry on outside," Miss Peregrine said softly, and Hugh felt a bit of hope. He wasn't so sure he wanted Enoch of all people to know about his past, but it was better than having all of the children know. And, when literal years weren't taken into account, Hugh and Enoch were the same age, and Hugh had always wanted to somewhat befriend the boy. Maybe this was his chance.
Enoch looked less than pleased at Miss Peregrine's request, but he was actually quite curious about his loop brother's past. He wanted to know if it was as bad or worse as his; it was obviously terrible if Horace had been a sobbing mess last night, but he was a bit of a softie anyways. Horace cried when he predicted that a squirrel in their small garden was going to die. Still, Each couldn't shake the uneasiness in his stomach as he went into the kitchen with Miss peregrine, Horace, Hugh, and Fiona.