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[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

Silence is slowly driving me insane.

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[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Come have a chat then, and we'll keep it away a little while. It's good to see you again, Ben.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

There's very little good company wouldn't at least help.

How have you been, Siobhan?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

I've been well, we're in one of the "quiet periods" as I've come to think of them.

There's almost always a storm brewing somewhere in my rather large circle of friends and family, so we all treasure the spaces between them. What about you?

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite enjoying the space between, yet, but I'm grateful for the rest.

You're the second person this week to talk to me about family and with a bit of interpretation: storms.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Oh aye? It'd be quite the coincidence if it was someone I know.

[aconductor.livejournal.com]

It can do that, sure.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

I don't imagine it's anyone's friend.

[aconductor.livejournal.com]

No, not really. Except in small doses, I suppose. But too much starts to weigh on you.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

Small doses may even be necessary for sanity.

And yes. You start to fill it in. One way or another.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

It's not that quiet around here.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

Not around here. In here. [He gestures vaguely toward his head.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Oh. *quiet, understanding* Did someone die?

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

[That's so astute it catches him off guard.] Why do you ask? [He will answer the question. His own question is just the immediate result of his surprise.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Come have a chat then, and we'll keep it away a little while. It's good to see you again, Ben.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

There's very little good company wouldn't at least help.

How have you been, Siobhan?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

I've been well, we're in one of the "quiet periods" as I've come to think of them.

There's almost always a storm brewing somewhere in my rather large circle of friends and family, so we all treasure the spaces between them. What about you?

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite enjoying the space between, yet, but I'm grateful for the rest.

You're the second person this week to talk to me about family and with a bit of interpretation: storms.

[aconductor.livejournal.com]

It can do that, sure.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

I don't imagine it's anyone's friend.

[aconductor.livejournal.com]

No, not really. Except in small doses, I suppose. But too much starts to weigh on you.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

Small doses may even be necessary for sanity.

And yes. You start to fill it in. One way or another.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

It's not that quiet around here.

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

Not around here. In here. [He gestures vaguely toward his head.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Oh. *quiet, understanding* Did someone die?

[ihateflying.livejournal.com]

[That's so astute it catches him off guard.] Why do you ask? [He will answer the question. His own question is just the immediate result of his surprise.]