And she's antsy again, and her hands are tired of giving massages.  How well can Haru storytell from her shoulders, while she occasionally paces and very occasionally does a couple squats?

It's undignified but he would rather be exercise equipment than curled up by himself on the couch, whatever works for her. Blah blah Agamemnnon &c.

It doesn't take very much of this to wear her out, at least, and then they can go back to the couch and switch position every three-to-five minutes.  ...Also now she wants to stretch out her arms and back occasionally, but she can y'know have her legs draped over him while she does that.  She's back to previous levels of plot questions.

This is as tolerable as it's going to get this week.

Also oh right she has some Timbits left; munch munch does he want a couple.

By the time he's halfway through the Odyssey, her shiftings have spaced out a fair bit but so have her questions.

He'll take a Timbit. He starts pausing expectantly more often between sentences.

She takes the hint at first but slows down on those too until she's maybe fallen asleep.

...well, if she's asleep maybe he can just scootch up to her and also take a nap, he got like three hours of sleep last night.

Ari's less but not zero squirmy asleep compared to when awake.  It's up to him, whether he can manage a nap.

Squirmy is fine. It helps keep him convinced that she is a genuine person.

She is not sufficiently squirmy to send them off the couch, but it does take enough semi-conscious awareness to keep balanced that she wakes up after about 40 minutes, with a bit of a start.

Can she stretch a li'l bit without waking him up.

A li'l bit, sure. He talks in his sleep. "Cantaloupe."

"Mm?  - Oh."  Can she extract one arm and then maybe the other if she does it sooooo slooooowly.

"Viaduct?" A little anxiously, but he's still asleep.

Then the distance from her fingertips to her toes is going to be absolutely as long as she can make it within the constraints of this couch and with a dude wrapped around her torso.  She manages to crack her back; that's a bit better.

"Spoon."

"Yeah-huh."  What if she shoots her uncle a pleading look.

Xavier rises, then kneels next to the couch and wraps himself around Haru.

Ari slithers, haltingly, out of Haru's grasp and over the arm of the couch.  Successfully and without at any point thumping onto the ground.

And from there it's straightforward for Xavier to carry Haru to his bed and climb in with him.

"Snorkel. Aqueduct."