Someone has provided beanbags! Someone who knows espers well enough to know incongruent beanbags are more important than following the theme of the room decor. 

Jamie beelines for one and flomf's into it. 

...hand? 

Hand!  Toby will join him in the beanbag, even.

"Mm," he mms cozily.  "Been doing power demos?"

Cozy.

"Mhm. And just for fun. Ly and Lyra are both here, so it isn't too dangerous." 

Jamie rolls to cuddle up more to his side, regretting that he'd flopped before getting his vest off at least. Hand-holding is nice - very nice - but what if more skin? Rude of clothing to be in the way of guiding, frankly. 

"You're a teleporter too, right? What's your backlash, if you don't mind the ask?" 

"Lemme know if you want more guiding, I'm easy," he says.  "I got a psych backlash, I get worse at introspection and more impulsive.  I'm like a short range combat teleporter, not a shipping industry teleporter, I can go like ten yards but I can do it lots."

Permission! Yay! "Shirts for now?" He will sit up and start unbuttoning all the fiddly little buttons on his vest. "Mine is... You know, I never know whether to call it psych or physical? I, um, lose all my senses. Not in the going insane way, though it can get pretty crazy-making. Taste, then smell, then sight, then sound, then touch, then all the stuff you don't think of as senses but are."

"Shirts for now," he agrees.  He unbuttons a couple buttons on his dress shirt but then just pulls the whole thing undershirt-and-all off over his head.  "Man, that sounds like a scary hell week."  Hug?

Hug! "It was pretty bad," an understatement, really. "Being an esper is worth it though, I think."

The vest comes off eventually, and then his shirt is much easier. Now shirtless, he snuggles up and sighs happily as the guiding starts draining away his backlash. 

He wraps his arms around Jamie's chest, firmly.  "You like the job?  You do shipping stuff, you said, right."

He melts, a little, into that hold, and lets out another happy sigh.

"Mhm... I get to go all over, see lots of places. Move boxes around between them." 

He snickers to himself, admitting, "It's not that interesting when I'm on the job, but I can go pretty much anywhere in the US and Canada in my off time, so long as I have the guiding." 

"Where in the US and Canada is anywhere, what do you do with all your freedom to travel?"

"Visit people, explore, be doordash. Lyra has very specific tastes right now, she keeps switching between these two places in Toronto, a sushi place in Vancouver that does really good cooked rolls, this one restaurant in New York, and the Ophelia's Steakhouse in downtown Dallas." 

"That sounds decadent, I'd love to pop around getting to know every local pizza joint in the country," he says.  "That's Lyra Morganrath, yeah?" Impishly: "Pendragon's other twin?"

Giggle, "Mhm! I'll introduce you, yeah? Later." Right now they are Busy. "You're a combat esper, right? Your setup almost sounds like Ly's mom. Though she's just really fast and explodey." Or she was, anyway. "Is it line-of-sight? Your teleport, I mean." 

"Pretty much line of sight, yeah.  Sometimes I can go around a corner I just saw around, or backwards if I just turned my back, but other than that.  The burst goes off any time I land but I can hold it down to a gentle breeze."

"-have you ever been called to a paper dungeon? You'd be a menace in there, I bet," he snickers at the mental image, "Paper monsters flying around all over. The perfect counter." 

"Hold it down to a light breeze, I said," he says, with comfortably playful false irritation, and ruffles Jamie's hair.  "I am more than the hard counter to an origami horse guy."

He ducks under Toby's hand, grinning, "Even better! Papercut tornado. Have to get all the survivors out first, though," he notes. 

Giggle.  "Papercut Tornado is like... almost a cool esper name.  Narrowly squeaked by sounding badass."

"Peregrine beats it out," he nods into Toby's chest, "I wasn't really going for badass myself." 

"Wouldn't make sense for me anyway," he says.  "Do you have a codename?"

"Mmhm! It's Jamie :3," his mouth manages a credible attempt at a cat face. 

He doesn't get it.  "Your codename is the same as your regular name?"

"Noooo, it's Jamie :3," he does it again! 

He also grabs at his vest and digs out a card for Toby. It says Jamie :3 on it. 

"What are you doing with your m-"

...he looks at the card.