I am not meant to walk away from that conversation unaltered. Yet as I glance across at you, thick glass separates your emotions from my reactions, leaving strange silence on my side, like at the departure gate of the airport where all communication is physical. We don’t have the physical, it’s just you me and two computer screens so it’s just… silence. Your mouth is moving and I hear words but they do not reach me.
You know I’m terrible at faking.
