"Sorry." He is going to try to keep those feelings at bay because they are not welcome here. "I know you're trying and I know I'm not making it easy. I think it's really cool and really admirable. I'm just really bad at not getting in the way of it."

"I think we can have some wiggle room for espers, if you want, and if you already wanted before you had an inkling I was - actively not looking - and assuming you continue not to want to blackmail me, definitely not into it if it's a prelude to blackmail."

"Why would I want to blackmail you. And also I would in fact need to be really—" Pause. "Not-a-dick version of what I was about to say, I really don't think you'd give in even if for some reason I was possessed by a—" Pause. "I'm not going to blackmail you and even if I did I don't think it has the slightest possibility of working on you."

"- oh, no, it wouldn't work, it'd just suck in the process of not working. ...I'm sorta curious about the dick version."

"I would in fact need to be really fucking stupid to think that had any chance of working on you and as we've already discussed I am not really fucking stupid."

"That's not that dickish."

"No but it's a slippery slope and I keep slipping and being sarcastic and biting and snapping at you. ...although you snapping back at me does kind of make me feel better."

"Why?"

"...all of the responses that come to mind feel various shades of dickish to say. Let's go with because it makes me feel less bad about myself and also because I like it when you display your personality."

"Well, I can do sharp banter if that's the thing we're doing."

"Just do whatever you feel like doing and not worry about pressuring me or being professional, how about that be the thing we're doing."

"You may have to catch me if I slip, I was doing being professional very hard."

"I noticed! It was vexing! I much preferred it when we were making out while you were bouncing on my—"

"—uh, that may be too much, sorry."

"Only because you didn't think to go to the kitchen for olive oil."

"...I'm not sure that's healthy! And besides I severely doubt you'd have let me!"

...is he. Feeling a positive emotion. It may be "snark" but. He's not wearing his bracelet right now.

"It worked for the ancient Greeks!"

"Well since we're not ancient nor Greek we should instead acquire actual lube. ...uh, if we're, you know, doing that again, I mean."

"Lube for espers, yes. I think I'm fresh out, actually, it's been a while, but I hear stores have such things."

"Online ones, even, it's not hard to get it delivered through whatever arcane mechanism you have for the delivery of merchandise to this place."

Is this for real???

"It's not that arcane, just drone delivery."

"Witchcraft if you ask me."

Haru finally ticks down to zero. "I think they have drones in Korea..."

—oh. "They do. I'll, uh, I'm going to put my bracelet back on but I'll be right back?"

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