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[htotheh]

At some level, it seems eminently right that it's so easy to talk to him. The banter, at least, comes easily. The topics that lead to deeper friendship don't. And therein, I think, lies the problem. It seems like some part, underneath a conscious level of thought, skipped all the messy business of getting to know him, and went straight to the easy friendship. The rest of the parts don't agree quite so much. They think that talking about some stuff is important, and that there's got to be a barrier of some sort, since we don't really know each other all that well.

I think the solution is to throw lots of Lake Pine at the bloody thing. It'll have to give sooner or later. Or else I'll glare at it.