Cecil feels the same way, but he doesn’t want to think it or voice it aloud because saying things is what he does for a living, and if it were true that no one understood then he’d be worthless as a radio show host and he can’t face that possibility. At least Lee listens to his show, and they like it. They understand. Maybe all he needs is one real fan who can make complete sense of him.
“You, ah, practice magic, right? There’s a lot of that in Night Vale. I bet you’d like it there.”