"....not a lot."

"I'm not sure at this point you don't have inflated expectations."

"I really honestly don't have any expectations, except that when I'm being careless with important high-stakes things you will continue pointing that out and so forth, I will retreat from this entirely as a bad idea if romantic relationships make you - less you -"

"Not as far as I know, but I don't know empirically or anything."

"Well, we can look out for it."

"I do like you," says Cam, "but like - I am slightly held together with baling wire right now and it's a long time healing. I don't think I'd have a high tolerance for drama in the most neutral circumstances imaginable and right now it's nonexistent, so - watch out for that if you have any of the underlying tendencies for manipulative bullshit that your alt displayed, I'm not okay with how many levers I have right now and I'm low on strategies that aren't 'shut down hard if somebody leans on one'."

"Understood."

"That said I don't think any of the baling wire will snap if you kiss me."

Well. 

Then he'll do that. 

Kiss! (Cam's tail escapes from under his leg to settle around Maitimo's waist.)

Eeeeeeeeeeee Cam. And tail. And having successfully navigated a thing without a Findekáno to provide the common sense. He should thank Edie. Later. Right now he is distracted.

But only a bit distracted, only a brief kiss, he's waiting for Cam to slowly piece himself together, he's an Elf, waiting is supposed to be the species specialty...

Brief kiss is brief. And then Cam smiles at him!

"We were - planning to fix Rosalie's world -"

"We were! We have more things to read." Tail drops; books are acquired.

He beams at him and gets back to reading.

Edie wanders in after a minute.

"Hey. There's another world that needs saving - another Earth, actually, it's weird - we're trying to see if there's anything at all we can do, powerful local magic but daeva have some advantages -"

"...Tell me all about it."

"Grimdark superhero comic book world," Cam summarizes.

"Huh. Origin stories as varied as in the major chains, or something more coherent?"

"Trauma equals powers, sometimes, and there's heaps of it to go around, most prominently three astoundingly destructive kaiju-things - a fire one a water one and a scream-that-drives-you-mad one."

"Huh. And how long has this been going on for?"

"Bout thirty years now, started in 1982."

"Do you know what made powers start happening?"

"No, but we know who was first, shiny nutcase with no sense of priorities called Scion, most powerful 'cape' in the world, divides his time quite nonsensically between saving treed kittens and rescuing orphans from burning buildings and chasing the kaiju things which are called Endbringers away from whatever they're attacking."