I think it's comforting and can be unsettling if I'm not feeling worthy of comfort.
Other times it can feel like the ticking clock... tick..tick..tick..talk..talk..talk.
(btw, the clock in T's room was not there last time because someone else asked for it to be removed. I had no idea what time it was. She went to put it back up for me, but it doesn't work. )
And then still other times, it's just comforting and connecting.