He'll... Give a medium explanation, then, while relaxing further into a puddle underneath her, feeling his backlash slowly melt away. 

"My partner doesn't match me well."

The feeling of guiding is overtaking the vague nausea more and more. Maybe he'll stop feeling like a wet noodle at some point soon. 

Huh. Well, he's an adult and allowed to make his own choices.

...oh. Right. Speaking of being an adult...

 "Anything I should know about your backlash?" She should have asked this when she noticed that it was chronic, that's half the point of being able to tell if you're guiding away chronic backlash in the first place, but. She got distracted. By the guiding.

"Mm. Probably." 

...Reve un-nestles her head so she can look at his face, this being at least theoretically useful for knowing if she's Uncomfortably Prying or if he's just being difficult.

He avoids her eyes (he's being Difficult). 

He hmphs.

"Slows my metabolic rate," he grumbles. "Body won't absorb anything. Nausea, heartburn, indigestion." 

Nod. "The compatibility makes sense - mine makes it progressively harder to remember things, or care about the future, or focus on anything that isn't happening right in front of me."

She sighs, and re-nestles her head. (Every time she describes her backlash this way, she's aware she's conspicuously avoiding saying my backlash is ADHD, but. She's not going to say that.) 

He nods, "You affect time, so your backlash locks you into the present." 

(His hand rests on her back above her tank top, rubbing absently there.)

Oh! He gets it. "Yeah."

And mmmmm that feels niiiiiiiice... 

...if she lets go of the hand she's holding, can she successfully wrap her arms around him?

As he is not a broad man by any definition of the word, she has no trouble doing this! He will wrap around her in return and shift to settle deeper into the couch cushions until he is practically being eaten by them.

The full torso-length skin contact is... Very nice... 

Reve is also rather small! She leans into him, making soft happy noises as she does.

"S'Reve, right?" His words are a little slurred, and he has to shake his head a little to wake himself up. "You didn't say, but that's what you told crowf-" he clears his throat, "Robin." 

Stars above she really did poke fun at him for not introducing himself earlier and then. Did not give him her name just now, huh.

(Her face is pressed against his neck, but he might be able to feel the warmth of her blush.)

"Reve, yeah. Or Hourglass." 

"Mm."

His face is now pressed against her hair, so she can probably feel his small smirk. 

Reve eloquently replies with some fascinatingly incoherent mumbling, though she gets distracted halfway through by how nice the guiding feels and transitions to a satisfied mmmmmmmmmm.

"...Crow?", she says a bit later, when the audio processing thread in her brain is finally given enough resources to finish its last task.

The question pulls him out of his light doze after a few moments spent percolating. 

"...crowfood. Sqeqote. Means crow." 

Reve does not know Skweh-kwa-tuh to mean anything (maybe that's Robin's codename?), but that's okay!

The sleepy backlash is very cute. She hugs him a bit tighter, content to sit there in silec - mmmhhh 

...near silence, enjoying the guiding.

He will doze for a while if allowed to, more comfortable than he's been in a few months now. Her occasional happy noises only make him smile a little and perhaps nuzzle at her hair if he's awake enough. 

A truly incredible thing about commscreens is that, because they track intent instead of finger movement, you can give straightforwardly commands while your hand is pinned against a couch by a compatible esper who is guiding you and also fast asleep. Truly, Reve lives a charmed life.

With her cheek pressed against his chest, she happily feeds her brain's endless desire for stimulation with a muted strategy game stream projected out in the direction she's already facing, melts into the guiding, and lets him nap as long as he needs to.

Some time later, his stomach growls. 

This startles him enough to wake out of his doze and blink down at it in incomprehension. Or at least where it probably is below Reve's body. 

She flicks her stream away and smiles up at him. "Hi there, sleepy."

He blinks slowly at her for a moment now, before something clicks on and she feels a brief spike of acute backlash. 

"-hey," he looks around, quickly spotting his quiche on the coffee table. His stomach growls again, louder this time. 

He makes a face about this. 

...she stares at him incredulously. "Did you just -" except they both know he did, so that's not actually the question, is it. "...why?"

"Habit?" 

"Why is that -" 

Pop-quiz, Reve! Can you think of a reason why a combat esper might be:

(a) a bit weird about good-compatibility guiding,
(b) kinda withdrawn and moody,
(c) sitting on a small pile of chronic backlash,
(d) used to casually using their power in small ways to make their life better,
(e) and working with a low compatibility partner?

any reason at all?