Xavier's apparently still asleep when Haru wakes up.

Well, Haru has to pee and he doesn't want to do that without anybody to talk to through the door. "Xavier?"

Blink.

"Yes?"

"I need the bathroom, can you talk to me?"

"- Yes.  Good morning."

"Good morning. Sorry. Have any interesting dreams?" says Haru as he extricates himself.

"Not that I recall."  He spends a moment without moving, and then rises, graceful as ever.  "Yourself?"

"I think I'm slated for very boring nightmares all week," hup, bathroomwards. "About, you know, being alone in a void forever and trying to navigate automated customer service menus that claim my call is important to them while I'm trying to figure out how to die or whatever."

"Would you prefer to speak more about these or to not?"

"I dunno, do you have anything else we could be talking about?" He needs a minute to psych himself up for the loss of physical contact and go into the bathroom and then he's in a bit of a rush, judging by the sounds. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Much the same as yesterday.  Ariel is, I believe, heading back into Toronto for a few hours.  Outside of that I'll attempt to get some work done, and for dinner we'll celebrate your birthday."

"Happy birthday to me. Where is the spare toilet paper in here, I don't actually need it but it's something to say."

"Under the sink."

Haru opens the door with a spare square of paper between his hand and the doorknob before he starts running the sink to wash his hands. "That's the obvious place, I guess. I probably hate being this inane more than you hate listening to it."

"Seems plausible.  Any notable dream details?"  He comes to stand behind Haru and put his hands on his shoulders.

It's very considerate of him. "The customer service robot had a weird accent that, in the dream, I identified as Cantonese, but cannot figure out in retrospect. Nor alas imitate."

"Mm.  What were your options for trying to die, if it's not upsetting for me to ask?"

"I don't think I'd die if I jumped out of a window, you've already been warned about keeping me away from kitchen knives, I guess I could go swallow the entire bottle of the painkiller whose name I forget but I expect that'd leave plenty of time to get me to a hospital and get my stomach pumped? I don't think this is going to come up because I'm not going to take actions to not be around people and you could stop me even if I wind up in a very stupid headspace."

"But in the dream," he clarifies.

"I was really confused in the dream that being in the void wasn't doing it. I did not manage to be confused about how I was able to be heard over the phone in space, though. I was contemplating trying to like, swim, toward the nearest star."

"Oh, same dream; I see."

"Kind of a blurry mishmash of two dreams, I think I spent some of the customer service call stuck in an elevator, but I wasn't getting anywhere on figuring out how to get dead in an elevator."

"It does seem difficult.  Would you prefer to get back in bed or move elsewhere?"

"I think I'm up but if you need more sleep I can go back to bed."

"I'd take some."  Bed!