This of all things is probably someone's favorite thing. When she's asked just the right question, and she gets to see what someone's extremely into.

She's distracted utterly with watching him, feeling better by virtue of having her mind occupied from the universe-sized downer wrapped around their little group.

Ellie nods, fascinated. She's often wondered what would've become of her if certain things had gone just a little bit differently. Most are depressing to think about. Some of them keep her up at night, and others have her longing for what might have been.

"What's it like, then? Talking to yourself? Weird, or frustrating, or awesome?"