Happy families

I feel like I talk to my father more when I'm on the other side of the world from him than when I sit across a table from him. We 'talk' more rather than just filling silence.
Why, I don't know, but we do. We do the strange filler thing that happens when you don't know one another enough, that happens when you're unfamiliar. It's not like my father and I don't know each other, but I don't feel like we're open. I'm not gay to him, I'm just neutral, nothing. I am myself when I'm across the world, divided and therefore somehow closer.