"Being a witch is really really really bad and it was not very long ago."

Oh. Oh no. Oh his Haru. His poor Haru. He holds Haru so tight. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, we didn't know—"

"Mmhm. I know. Not your fault. It was bad though. Don't do it. Fuck."

"Tell me what you need. What can I do to help you, how can I make this better, my radiant sun?"

"If I can't like. Do stuff. Without going into spirals that could make it happen again. How long do I have to write things down before it's too expensive for you to undo this. I like - I think that if we were taking this loop off and the only things I had to do were emotional processing and hiding in your lap all the time I'd cope but I cannot imagine trying to fucking. Do grocery shopping. Let alone show up to school even with all my assignments already done. Someone would say something very slightly wrong and I'd start having a panic attack and - and maybe I'll be better in fifteen minutes and maybe I'd be better tomorrow and the longer I wait the less reversible it is, so how soon do I need to be sure."

"To be sure of, to—oh. Oh." Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He, he means—fuck. "Twelve hours would be. The absolute maximum." He shivers. He didn't realise it'd be—bad enough Haru would rather—God. God. "Haru, my Haru..."

"I might be fine in fifteen minutes. I might. I just. Fuck." Cling, cling, cling, very fortunate that this operation also left him fully comfortable extracting maximum snuggle from his boyfriend.

Yeah. Fifteen minutes he can do. And hug his Haru—his Haru—not that the other Haru isn't also his, all Harus are his, forever—but this one knows that, so they can just comfort each other. Love each other.

After a minute Haru figures out a configuration where he can mush most of his face into Yutaka simultaneously with writing - it involves sitting on his lap facing him with his arm going under Yutaka's arm and his eyes just barely peeking over his shoulder - and he writes things, shivering occasionally, pausing sometimes when he needs that arm for hugs more than he needs it for writing.

His poor Haru. His poor, poor Haru. "I love you."

"I love you and I hope I am okay in fifteen minutes because it is going to be so annoying if I have to stop doing that for a little while lest I freak out and turn into a despair monster in the middle of history class!" says Haru. "Ugh. I could probably get Ren to say I fell down the stairs?"

"Probably. I'm planning on entirely skipping school this loop, probably..."

"That's not going to get that asshole on your case?"

"What's he gonna do about it?"

"I don't know, I've barely seen him and you had to translate everything he said, I - I cannot get super worked up right now," deep breaths.

Huuuuuug. "Don't worry about him. Just, just figure out what you need, tell me how I can help, I'll be here for you."

"It was just. Really bad. I don't know if I ought to go into any more detail out loud. - hold this," he hands Yutaka his gem, "bail if I start getting too dark too fast."

"Okay will do." Aaaah that's terrifying.

"I am coping. It's just that I'm maybe only coping because all I'm doing is coping." The light's holding steady in the gem, for now.

He kisses whatever part of Haru is currently available to be kissed without unhugging and without taking his eyes off the gem.

Haru writes for a bit longer than twenty minutes, all told, and a couple times starts to say something and then stops himself.

Twenty minutes iiiiis starting to make Yutaka nervous but he won't say anything and will wait until Haru does.

"You really really really really have to not witch, which is why I am not describing it to you," Haru tells him at the end of this time, setting his pen down. "But if there is anything that not knowing is freaking you out more than any possible answer I guess you can ask. - also if it were in any doubt I forgive you for the phone sex loop thing."

Oh God he had completely failed to even think about that, and good thing too because he did not need to add any more anxiety to the past twenty minutes. "I love you. Thank you. I—just want you to be okay. I'm curious about what witching felt like but not in a—freak out way.

"What do you want to do, my radiant sun?"

"I am presently very ambivalent about a whole lot of things. But I think the one I'm picking is the one where you take this back for me," he pulls out the most recent notes. "And then I can be useful for anything this loop. I can try this again when it's not quite so recent. Maybe only once we're actually in Australia or Paris or whatever and explicitly not trying to accomplish things and all I need to do is be clingy and demanding and this will somehow constitute a decent vacation for you because you're kind of nuts. I love you."