i mean it kind of matters to me, but i guess it's... whatever.
[ so long as the amount of songs he listens to is an even number, or a number ending in seven.
anyway. they're talking about death now, apparently, and that's a pretty sore subject between the two of them, though... probably moreso for noah. ]
i know what you mean.
[ sort of. silence doesn't so much remind him of death (because lately it seems to be all he thinks about it some sense or another) as it does give him time to think about it without interruption. it gives him time to think about theo, time to get lost in his own head which honestly isn't the greatest. ]
can you put on some music or something?
[ because he's about ten seconds away from turning on his ipod and playing something from the ET soundtrack just to drown out the silence. ]
[ and being on the left side of people, and tons of other compulsive things he's not very good at controlling, but i have a thing about numbers seems less complicated than i'm obsessive compulsive and odd numbers, excluding 1 and 7 and any number ending in 7, make me really anxious. ]
it's never quiet in my head, so i guess maybe i don't know what you mean.
can you borrow some ear buds from someone? if everyone's sleeping, they probably won't miss them.
[Noah doesn't quite understand. he understands anxious, though. he understands quite a few things, even if they don't a hundred percent make sense to him... which is odd, in and of itself]
do you think a lot?
no. my roommates have insomnia and they're finally asleep. I can't bug them.
[ i don't know isn't exactly true, because he does know exactly what his thing with numbers is to an extent, and he knows the exceptions to the rule and how it feels when things don't work out evenly and he has to scramble to find a way to make things even just so he won't be consumed by his anxiety. but saying i don't know makes it sound more casual and less serious. ]
i guess i think a lot. not about anything specific but my brain is always on, it feels like.
oh, yeah, that kind of sucks. not for them, 'cause they're finally sleeping, but you know what i mean.
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i mean it kind of matters to me, but i guess it's... whatever.
[ so long as the amount of songs he listens to is an even number, or a number ending in seven.
anyway. they're talking about death now, apparently, and that's a pretty sore subject between the two of them, though... probably moreso for noah. ]
i know what you mean.
[ sort of. silence doesn't so much remind him of death (because lately it seems to be all he thinks about it some sense or another) as it does give him time to think about it without interruption. it gives him time to think about theo, time to get lost in his own head which honestly isn't the greatest. ]
can you put on some music or something?
[ because he's about ten seconds away from turning on his ipod and playing something from the ET soundtrack just to drown out the silence. ]
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[Maybe Noah shouldn't be so nosy, but he figures if they're having a late night conversation it's okay to ask.]
you do? it's like, quiet means there's not much going on and i never know if that's just in my head, or if it's actually quiet.
[Noah dosn't know what a sore subject death is for griffin. if they were closer together he might be able to figure it out. proximity helps]
maybe. i dont want to wake anyone up and i dont have those ear bud things.
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[ and being on the left side of people, and tons of other compulsive things he's not very good at controlling, but i have a thing about numbers seems less complicated than i'm obsessive compulsive and odd numbers, excluding 1 and 7 and any number ending in 7, make me really anxious. ]
it's never quiet in my head, so i guess maybe i don't know what you mean.
can you borrow some ear buds from someone? if everyone's sleeping, they probably won't miss them.
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[Noah doesn't quite understand. he understands anxious, though. he understands quite a few things, even if they don't a hundred percent make sense to him... which is odd, in and of itself]
do you think a lot?
no. my roommates have insomnia and they're finally asleep. I can't bug them.
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[ i don't know isn't exactly true, because he does know exactly what his thing with numbers is to an extent, and he knows the exceptions to the rule and how it feels when things don't work out evenly and he has to scramble to find a way to make things even just so he won't be consumed by his anxiety. but saying i don't know makes it sound more casual and less serious. ]
i guess i think a lot. not about anything specific but my brain is always on, it feels like.
oh, yeah, that kind of sucks. not for them, 'cause they're finally sleeping, but you know what i mean.