Sure, he was still grabbing his own change of clothes so he can wait until Haru is done. And be thankful that he's putting a shirt on because it was SO DISTRACTING.

Haru pulls out his laptop, sits at the dining table, and awaits breakfast while doing computer things.

Then they'll have... gyeran bap, why not, it's nice.

Omf. "Mmm, this is a good combination! It didn't look too terribly complicated, do you have a recipe?"

"Sure. I sometimes tweak it a little bit when I'm feeling like it but I can link you it," he says, grabbing his phone to do just that.

"Thanks!" Om nom nom. He's also going to get a tupperware to put leftover lablabi in for Ren.

Well, it's nice to know that his strategy of making boys happy by feeding them nice food continues to work. He picked it up for a reason and even if the reason isn't applicable here it still works.

"They found the core on a dungeon that's been around all week, so I'm due to go catch monsters in it and help with the last-minute clear," Haru mentions, as he chases down a last grain of rice on his plate.

"—you've been dungeoning every day," he realises aloud. "Do you not usually take breaks?"

"Oh, with June I was only doing threeish a week, but that's because I have to sit up awake with her for hours, it's nice to be able to get more superheroics in."

"Oh." Pause. "If we snuggled more you'd be able to do more? Or, I'm not sure how long it takes to clear you at night..." 

"I don't think it can be more than a couple hours, I could do two-three a day with you if you're up for it, it's just more teleports."

"Oh. I'll... think about it." Taking the bracelet off fucking sucks. On the other hand if they were fucking does he need to rehearse all of the reasons why that's a fucking terrible idea. Besides, Haru probably doesn't even feel attracted to him! Like, he mentions that he's gay in his blog, but Jaeha wouldn't have guessed it otherwise, he's has never met a more sexless man. Haru hasn't stolen a single glance at Jaeha, not that he's noticed at least, and he may be out of shape compared to when he was running around in dungeons daily but he's not looking any less hot, he's still been pumping iron.

"Yeah, I assume it sucks a little less every time but, yeah."

"It's just... It makes it hard to remember why life could be worth living. Or that there's anything to look forward to. The guiding is the only positive feeling I have, then."

"I mean, we can go back to the sleeping pills any time you want but you seemed to disprefer that?"

"Since I'm on a roll of being emotionally honest, it felt—worse, yeah, not in the moment but in the—impersonality of it."

"- yeah, I'm used to that but that's special circumstances."

"I mean, not just that—I guess I don't know how you feel about that—but the—I don't know. It made me feel like an object, I guess. Like—there's this person I barely know who only shows up in the evening to knock me out and use my body—I know you didn't mean it exactly like that, it's not about you, just..."

Nod. "I'm used to it, with June, even though the logistics differ," he repeats, "but here we've got options and can forego the pills."

Great now he's feeling like an asshole.

"Yeah. And I hope it's better from your end too."

"From a selfish perspective, yes, it's generally nicer to be talking to my guide than to a third party."

"Selfish?"

"...as opposed to juggling a bunch of meta levels about how of course whatever works best for you is fine, I mean? It is pleasanter for me to be talking to you when I'm snuggled up to you than to be on the phone with somebody, decade with June notwithstanding."

"Oh. ...I mean it's selfishly good for me, too, so I'd say it's not selfish of either of us."