[ Oh, well now. That definitely catches Gansey's attention. He's quiet for a moment, and pensive, while he tries to decide whether he should say this or not.

Eventually, he decides he might as well. It would probably sound crazy to anyone else, but a man like this? Maybe it won't. ]

Sometimes...when I'm looking around, or thinking about the place I'm in, I feel as though time is slipping around me. As though I'm aware of how it exists in time, or as though...as though I'm aware of all times at once.

[ He frowns, growing in awkwardness now that he's actually said it. ]

Does that...make any kind of sense to you?