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[Filtered to Lorne]

Because you worry :).

We've had an old colleague return unexpectedly, and it's causing some tension. However, her knowledge in this case may be invaluable, so we're doing our best to work together.

So that's what's up with me. I can't exactly say "all's well," but it certainly could be worse.

[Filtered to Owen, Gwen, Tosh and Jack]

I'm perfectly content with turning over all duties of tending to Suzie to Gwen. I'm not certain I could look her in the eye, to be frank.

[ooc: mun is fleeing for chiropractor's and supper. will be back later.]

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*smiles* No, not the only thing.

Well. It's one part trust to five parts knowing the consequences.

It probably also helps that there aren't quite so many of you.

It's easy for someone to understand the consequences of, say, blabbing all over the 10 o'clock news, but it's more difficult to make them understand the possible consequences of blabbing to their best friend over the game.

Also true. The London branch was much more strict in certain areas.

Very true. It makes me wonder if NDAs are any use at all. People need to talk about their lives with their loved ones.

Like, say, this.

I can see their usefulness in some areas. We had a reporter in at the base in Colorado several years ago to document the program, and he had to sign NDAs all over the place. For someone like him, it's not so difficult. Or for the people who serve on the advisory board. But when it's your life, day in and day out, and that's all there really is to your life, yeah, you definitely need to share it.

Trouble is, what you really need is to share it with someone who'll understand, and that's really difficult to find in someone who's not dealing with the same things.

Oh, aye, I can see that happening. I've seen it, in fact. When you do something for a living that you can't talk about, who do you talk to?

You talk to the people you work with, and you suddenly find yourself friends with people you never thought you'd be friends with.

It's worse when you really want to tell someone you think might actually understand.

Or you don't talk to them, and find yourself isolated.

It was pointed out to me earlier to day that I've not been particularly forthcoming with my colleagues lately. But it's difficult to change the habit of a year, don't you think?

Yes, it is.

Which isn't healthy, at all.

Difficult, yes, but not impossible.

It's hard to talk to people you've kept yourself apart from. But sometimes it's worth the effort.

No, I suppose not.

They know about Lisa but there's not much else I've confided in. And somehow I doubt that they'd want to hear about some of the things I do. It's not all research and filing.

You know more about me than almost anyone.

I have to admit that I haven't always taken my own advice on this matter.

I'm honored. And I'm pretty sure you know more about me than almost anyone.

I'm having those "I wish you were here" thoughts again.

I have those thoughts a lot.

I'm having them more and more lately. I wake up and I miss you not being with me, I go through the day wondering what you'd say about the people I interact with or the things I'm doing, I go to bed happy I was able to be a dork with you online for a while.

I know the feeling.

Some days I don't realize how much I'm thinking of you until I realize that I haven't been thinking of you. If that makes any sense.

*laughs* Oddly enough, it does.

Wow. You really do know me better than anyone else.

*blushes*

We're going through the same thing--that adds a lot to understanding.

I suppose so, but that was still phrased awkwardly enough to have confused a lesser man.

I am Ianto, master of words. FEAR ME.

I'm trembling in my boots, but I can't tell if it's fear or excitement.

Excitement, preferably.

Goddammmit. I want to go home and continue this conversation.

As long as we're wishing for things, I want you to come here and continue this conversation.

But with fewer words.

Or I want to go home and find you there so we can continue this conversation.

Who needs words?

Either one would work for me.

I am never sharing my gummi bears with Shep again.

They're all for you, love.