"Doesn't everything?" She smirked in response to his mental reply, but was easily continuing the way she was walking, this time with him beside her. Syd wanted another cup of coffee; caffeine was good. Holy, even. And besides, hearing Oliver's voice kept her focused on the personal part of what was at stake.
But she had stopped briefly when he mentioned that something had been bugging him, looking at David in concern before slowly continuing where her focus had been mere moments ago. "Everything alright..?" Syd asked, head tilted. "You still sleep like in Clockworks." Which, was to say, hardly slept at all. It was hard to sleep there unless, of course, you had the meds that made you sleep. Syd didn't sleep much there either. Summerland was better, most likely because it wasn't a mental institute. Still, it seemed like David slept just the same in either place.
"I can do that. I've been talking plenty these past couple of days." And he hadn't been talking enough. Which was dangerous for anyone, really. Too much time in one's own head lent toward too many thoughts and not any outlets for it, which lent toward being overwhelmed. or it lent toward bottling thoughts up and rushing headlong into things. Both of which Sydney did more often than not, and neither which were particularly mentally sound. But she was happy, proud even, that David trusted her as a confidant. Boyfriends and girlfriends were supposed to be, but she had seen enough of relationships to know that wasn't always the case.
"What are you thinking?" What a loaded question for brains that thought at the speed of --- something very fast.