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Barnabas Jones-Elias (findthethoughts) wrote in light_of_may,

For the twins? Were the twins coming to visit or to stay? The wisps of thoughts that he heard from Cheila didn't really say one way or another, as though she wasn't sure or didn't want to be sure, and Barnabas decided that it'd perhaps be better to ask Diana when they reached her. "I'm sure that you won't have to sleep on the floor, Cheila," Barnabas assured her, not even aware that the thought about that had been a thought and not spoken. Another thing about this state that he didn't like was his seeming inability to separate thoughts from words. "The twins are not so big and Dash could be content on the foot of our bed for a night or two." He didn't know that Diana intended the twins to stay. Or that either of the twins intended it either. The last that he'd looked into their minds it had pained him and he'd tried to block the things, the thoughts, that he'd seen there far away in a deep, dark corner.

Smiling when Diana kissed his cheek, Barnabas glanced around at the boxes. There weren't so terribly many. "Of course." It didn't seem like such a difficult task. Bending over to pick up both of the boxes he turned and found his way back to the room he shared with Diana. For something so spacious it seemed so empty and half the closet had nothing in it at all. Setting the boxes there he turned and went back for a few more. Unlike Cheila he didn't have any problem finding his way around the house. No matter how scattered his mind managed to get he could always find his way around. There were advantages to being a Finder. "When is it that the twins are going to be arriving, do you know?" Staying. Diana's thoughts very clearly painted a picture, a big and vivid one that would have needed capital letters to describe it should words be used, that claimed that the twins weren't just visiting. They were coming to stay, to live. Cheila's thoughts seemed amazingly flightly and unfocused for news that wonderful. Was it true or was he making it up? Barnabas had trouble being sure these days.