"That sounds like a good idea."

"If you start having an obviously dreadful time and are very insane about it do you want me to insist?"

"Hrm....Yes, I think so."

"Alrighty." The bed's been remade since Lucien was last in it but it's as he remembers it. They can do bedtime procedures.

Oh, Lucien doesn't have his night wear here. Or his toothbrush for that matter.

Haru can get a new toothbrush out of the closet and lend him pajama pants and a t-shirt.

"...Why did you already have pajamas and a toothbrush here for me."

"The toothbrush is new from the stash of unopened toothbrushes we already had. The pajamas are mine."

"So you are saying. That you didn't get a toothbrush and an extra pair of pajamas in your size specifically for me?"

"That is what I am saying, well done."

"I guess it doesn't sound that unlikely."

"Congratulations. Good night, good luck sleeping."

"Yeah, thanks. You too."

Lucien tosses and turns for the next hour - at first out of a general feeling of doom and that everything is his fault. Then he realizes that his constant movement is keeping Haru up and this isn't great at all - and probably lots of other people. After a while he knows his breathing is loud enough that most of the Eastern Seaboard is awake because of him and he does a quick estimate and figures that for every fifteen minutes he's awake he is probably causing more damage than he did to the Philippines just in lost productivity due to sleeping and this is really not helpful and he has a panic attack about this and then, so exhausted from fear and horror at his own actions, he collapses into fitful sleep. 

Lucien has been so busy in the future that he forgot to be there, to return to his house in time. But he's found himself there nonetheless, not even bothering too run because he's terrible and why would he but. There's the door. He knocks.

No answer.

"I'm here," he says, quietly even though he meant to yell.

There isn't an answer but it's not like they wouldn't be thinking of him - he knows that. The storms, the wars, the desecration of sexuality and love, all at his hands. 

"Please. I just want to be there."

But he was there, before. He held vials in his hands, made injections, placed tumors - administered the cruel out of date medicine he knew, all to painfully prolong their lives in the selfish hope that he could see them again.

"I-" he can't get the apology out of his mouth, no sound will come. He tries louder. Tries to scream. Nothing.

But he can hear them scream, hear them pray for an end to their constant thoughts of him, of how they hate him, of how everything revolves around him and they just want to be alone but Lucien is there in every corner, haunting their thoughts even as they die.

It only makes it worse for him to silently scream but he does. Because he has not tortured them enough - cannot stop desperately trying to get to them. 

And - though Lucien knows it is the last thing they want - he finally breaks down the door to his home.

The sight of his parents faces, twisted with pain and hatred for him, and then -

- then he is being shaken awake by wonderful hands. "Lucien! Lucien wake up you're having a nightmare."

He kicks his legs and hits someone quiet hard in the face about this!

No he doesn't because the someone is selectively intangible! The hands become discernibly more wonderful! "Lucien!"

Lucien is curled up in a fetal position and crying and the fact that someone said his name - which is really the only thing anyone can say - doesn't have much of an effect on him.

Okay, he is getting pulled into an arm-restraining hug and then pushed down and lain on top of.

Lucien knees his clone in the stomach, or at least tries too.

Nope. Also if this is what we're doing here Haru is going to be selectively intangible to their fucking shirts. "What were you dreaming about?" he mutters.

Wow that is really a lot of warm and intensely good thing all over Lucien's body. 

"Don't I- you already know?"

"I have backlash that makes me talky, remember, let's go over it even if I know already."

Lucien's account of the dream is not very coherent and eventually subsides into him trying to figure out if he can be more all over Haru than he already is.