Sounds like it's time for Haru to go through the rest of his cake and matcha kind of fast. "The phrase itself contains at least two reasons!"

His partner is gonna get mad if Jaeha fucks someone else rather than go back to their silo to guide him.

Does Jaeha care? He does not. Fucking this boy is going to be so much better guiding than whatever he could get with Wo Do-in.

He can finish his coffee reasonably fast, too—it's just an espresso—and then use the tried-and-true excuse of his partner eating too fast and oh no he got some cake on his chin, Jaeha supposes he'll have to thumb it clean and then lick it off his thumb. Can he turn that into a kiss? Inquiring minds want to know.

Not in the restaurant he can't. "I haaaaave test results from since the last time I went to Canada - if there's a dungeon emergency there there's this guy but there is not the guy in a way that would be an obstacle and that's the only guy - you?"

"—test results?" Like STD test results? "I only have my partner but we're not monogamous." Because Jaeha says so.

"Test results so that neither of us winds up having an embarrassing conversation with our doctors later? Can't exactly go the barriers route considering."

So yes STD test results. Fuck. He could have made those up with literally anyone else. "That is a good point that I have completely failed to consider," he admits.

"Well damn. I have the occasional irrationality but this is not actually one of them."

"Condoms and kissing cover most of it from the guiding perspective," he says, "and I can grab tests for next time." He would've loved to be more graceful about this, gah.

"Okay, I guess we can stop at the konbini on the way to my house, I don't have any."

"I do! I suppose I don't know your size—nor, for that matter, what you like to do, although I'm flexible."

"Well, one of those I will indicate in the konbini and the other I will indicate in my bedroom and neither of those are restaurant material despite the nonlocal language."

"Yes, sir." If they're both done he can get the attention of the waitress and pay for both of their orders.

"Oh, is it like that - hey, I was going to pick up the check -"

"Consider it my payment for being shown around."

"If you insist!" Off they go to the konbini, holding hands.

It takes him by surprise again before he remembers that Haru is Canadian. And maybe it's less of a big deal nowadays, anyway; he's importing his instincts from the last time he ever held hands with anyone which was, actually, kind of a while ago.

Off to the konbini.

If someone gives them a hard time that cannot be managed by simply not giving a fuck about stupid people's opinions, Haru will pick up Jaeha and fly away! He doesn't fly frivolously because nobody's usually available to fuck sense into him afterwards but it's an emergency option!

Condoms are got with a minimum of interest from the proprietor and then it will be a six-stop subway ride, not everyone has as much teleportation ability sloshing around as Korea, Home Of The Best Teleporter On The Planet And Not Because The Better Ones Are On Mars.

...no it won't, what.

He points his index and middle fingers forward and slides them down in the air to make the holographic commscreen appear. "Give me your address?"

"I already let you pay for snacks!" Haru says, but it's a mock protest, he produces the address.

This is substantially more expensive than the snacks.

He could do this several times a day every day for weeks before he started to feel it. Throwing money around is one of many good ways to get boys to like you.

They teleport.

"Tadaima!" Haru calls, letting himself in.

The cat glides down the stairs, alights, and assesses Jaeha.

Ah, right. The judgmental cat. He will do his best to be liked and bow to the cat.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cricket-san. I am Kang Jaeha."

"You reek," pronounces the cat.

Blink blink. "I'm sorry?"