"Too true!" Syd could wear anything she liked and David knew she'd rock it. Much like many things with her, he was absolute in his beliefs -- she was amazing, she could wear anything and look good, her opinion was worth hearing.
Having at least one positive, certain thing in his life was something to be treasured. Because really, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised about the consistency in his poor sleeping. "Sleep and I have never been on good speaking terms," he offered in explanation. Even as a kid it had never come entirely easily -- part of the reason why his father didn't feel so bad 'waking him up' in the middle of the night to look at stars. Usually he was already awake in some fashion. When anti-psychotics were added into his life, sleep became even more elusive.
Lack of sleep wasn't so bad though. He'd managed all this time on the precious few he got. It was the nightmares, they were what was really bugging him, keeping him quiet and internalizing everything. Years of therapy told him that was a bad idea, David knew that, and yet without a steady psychiatrist he always fell back into the habit. And even now, even trusting Syd so deeply, he refused to burden her. It'd been the same with Amy -- that was what professionals were for. Psychiatrists who often had their own therapists or psychiatrists too.
But this? This he wanted to talk about, because it was an action item. Something that could be done and achieved rather than simply talked about only to be left lingering with big questions unable to be answered.
"It's coming up to the anniversary of my father's death," he started bluntly, hands in his pockets as they walked. They were obviously aiming towards coffee -- always a good choice. "Clockworks wouldn't let me go see him when he was sick and wouldn't let me go to his funeral either." Those had been a rough few months, to put it lightly. "He and my mom have been on my mind." He hadn't visited her grave in years, not since he turned 23.
Glancing to Syd, his eyes having been glued firmly to the ground, he smiled somewhat ruefully. "Guess knowing that I'm adopted and they still put up with all my shit is starting to sink in. I keep dreaming and I... want to visit them. Their graves."