Understanding

I once wrote to Morpheus--a couple of months ago--that if he didn't like talking to me, then that was a good indicator of how he felt about me.

Last time I saw Morpheus in person, I arrived at his house around nine pm. We talked until three am.

He did most of the talking, like he had been saving it up over the months, for the right and safe opportunity, to let it spill.

He would look down at the island in the kitchen, and say, "I'm talking too much." He'd pause for a second or so, and then he resume speaking.