After a few minutes they fall silent. His outgoing and fun personality is hidden under layers of hurt. Bad omens and other virusses have worn him out. Though the laughs aren't as frequent as they used to be, the mutual love for Apple-computers and sci-fi is intact. The chatting wanders from blogging over Firefly to friends that live abroad. There is still friendship there, even if one of them has been a master in not answering phone-calls.