Sam thought all the chattering might get annoying after a while, but he found that if he didn't particularly pay attention to what was actually said, the wash of words were kind of soothing. A sort of companionable white-noise. Since it didn't seem to matter if he contributed or not, he just nodded as he let himself be pulled along.

He sat down in the grass beside Gabriel and looked out over the pond. It really was much nicer out there than inside.

"Maybe their therapy worked..."