Heeeeee is not going to read anything about that last one that's for sure. He's not sure he's gonna read any of it, honestly.

He doesn't want to.

He doesn't have to! The blog will not judge him.

Yeah. He'll just. Sit. And not do anything. For a bit.

When Traceless comes to the cottage next, he'll find Jaeha doing crunches shirtless in the middle of the living room.

Haru's on the phone, of course, reconnecting the dropped call. "- are we back? Hooray! So did you actually meet the unicorn - does the unicorn have a name - there is so little unicorn information that I'm starting to think it's not real at all, or maybe that it doesn't talk or died three years ago -" He waves at Jaeha and goes through the checklist as usual.

Right. Time to go get knocked out by drugs and be hugged by a stranger for eight hours again.

He was kind of having more fun moping in prison.

Whatever. He'll finish this set and then go shower, he supposes.

Valid to shower. Haru's still on the phone when he emerges, and waves again. "I should totally call her but I don't speak a speck of Zulu, can she get along all right in English?... yeah, if it's as good as the English-Korean translation I used that a fair bit on my trip to Korea and it was serviceable, I can make do. No, yeah, I did start learning it but I don't know much, I know basically the alphabet. Yeah, it's a very elegant writing system. I might need you to do my checklist again, if I can trouble you?"

Right then. He supposes the stranger will be... doing his own thing, there, and Jaeha will... sit and wait.

"Hang on a sec." He puts his hand over the mic pickup on his phone. "Something up?" he asks Jaeha.

"Nothing in particular," which is the whole problem.

"Do you need anything, or... anything? I can rain check this person and call them back later if it's complicated, like I said I consider myself responsible for you."

Kang Jaeha is out of practice with managing his reactions in real time, and also has acquired some amount of negative affect about the whole thing, what with how royally those tendencies have fucked him over, so while he doesn't quite scoff out loud he kind of rolls his eyes and looks away and huffs a breath that is almost that. "I'm fine," he says with a shrug.

"Ooookay." Back on the phone. "Sorry about that! Checklist time please? Yeah that's the one. Check -"

Through the whole thing.

Mmhm. Back to waiting.

And presuming Jaeha doesn't materialize any objections he will spend the next ten hours unconscious with Traceless taking phone calls and then sleeping on him.

Nope, no objections materialise, he is a vessel for someone else's will so that something good will come of his existence eventually.

In the morning he wakes up, as usual, with the bracelet on and the handcuffs off. Traceless turns out to have acquired toaster waffles and maple syrup and a few other foods to have around, and he is eating some of the waffles. "Morning."

"...morning."

He wonders if it would be easier to just never interact with Traceless at all. But of course what's easier to him is irrelevant.

"There's more waffles if you want some, I ordered a bunch of breakfast things since we're doing overnights now and I need to make sure the pill wears off like it's supposed to."

"Sure." He supposes Traceless did say he shouldn't starve, so he's gonna go eat, or something, probably.

Traceless puts a couple more waffles in the toaster.

His social instincts, nearly atrophied from disuse, are informing him that he should try to make small talk. Every other part of him is informing him that he should not inflict more of his personality on anyone than is strictly necessary.

The fight is... surprisingly close... but every other part of him is the winner, so he doesn't say anything, and just, well. Waits.

Traceless isn't backlashed. Silence is golden. He plates the waffles, when they pop, and passes them to Jaeha with the syrup.

Cool. He can eat some bland waffles with bland syrup so that there is some stuff in his stomach.