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[witchsupreme.livejournal.com]

It's fine. Kind of early for me to sleep, anyway. I think I owe Team Psychic a cake for their feat of daring-do.

That was...something, wasn't it?

call;

[cibervengador.livejournal.com]

I want to throw them a parade. It was... some thing for sure.

Listen, I--

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Do you feel like that all the time, or was it all the extra noise from me stressing you out?

call;

[witchsupreme.livejournal.com]

That's, uh.

[ there's a strangled silence as she tries to decide how honest to be. Eventually, she just stumbles on through the awkward truths. ]

Pretty normal. For me, I mean.

I'm sorry you had to be hooked up to that.

call;

[cibervengador.livejournal.com]

Hn.

[ pause for that to sink in. He clears his throat. ]
It's all good now. I'm sorry if I was trying to treat your brain as a spare hard drive.

...I wish there were a way you could get a vacation from...being at the center of all that. I'm guessing aromatherapy candles wouldn't cut it.

call;

[witchsupreme.livejournal.com]

Nothing really cuts it. But it's---it's me, you know? I can't take a vacation from myself. It's the way I am.

I didn't realize our heads worked so differently. Not something that you'd usually think about, I guess.

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[cibervengador.livejournal.com]

True enough - nobody can. Well, I think Chase tries to.

Guess it just felt like a crazy ride to me because we are that different. Which, I mean of course we're that different, I'm not human and you're all hooked up to the luminiferous ether and whatever.

I'm rambling, sorry.

call;

[witchsupreme.livejournal.com]

When Chase is high, he tries to explain the universe and ends up forgetting half of what he is talking about when the munchies hit.

It makes sense that we're wired differently, but it just never hit me. I should have known it was you in my head to begin with, but it didn't even occur to me until our thoughts started meshing.

I should have known it was you.