I've come to realise very clearly over the last few days that the notion of other people (regardless of who) thinking about me when I am out of sight is pretty much just terrible and terrifying. It was a nice sensation when T had watched that movie I'd told him about, but that doesn't mean it would be a positive thing if I believed that he was thinking about me at other times. In fact it makes me slightly panicky to imagine that, right now. (This is a fairly new realisation for me.)