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It is a few hours into a projected 168 of them. Haru is trying to get back to sleep while his mother holds him, because 168 hours is going to feel a lot longer if he can't figure out how to sleep while lonelier than ought to be humanly possible.
Suddenly not having his mother holding him is certainly a way to ruin the attempt.
"He - helps people a lot? He fixes people's lives. Sometimes, as like a hobby or something. It's.... sorry, I'm not very good at explaining things right now; I woke up like," watch-check, "forty-seven minutes ago, and all of them were spent getting here as fast as I could, and I got like four hours of sleep." It's still dark out.
"Samesies. I woke up in the middle of the night with backlash onset and had just about finished deciding to ride it out at home with my parents, calling my dad to fly across the country, sending the paramedics my mother called away because 'at home with my parents' would be a fine place to hang out for a week, and was trying to go back to sleep, when poof. You know, subjectively, I don't know what the fuck consensus reality is doing."
"I've been sent more explanation of your deal than I've read, on account of the trying to get here quickly; wanna explain it to me in the car? And we can grab some coffee."
"6:15. I'll take them." She grabs a throw pillow, scoops Cortado onto it, and holds it close enough for Haru to transfer the rest.
Rats go off the awakening esper, or whatever the fuck he is, and he follows mystery man's niece.
She heads for the stairwell instead of the elevator. "So you're having a psychiatric issue?"
"At least one, yeah. I have seventeen years of memories of living in a universe where sometimes people turn up with various individually weird health problems of some kind for a week and then they have superpowers after that, but this model of the world cannot explain the thing where I am now in a slightly different Toronto where that is not common knowledge."
"It's not fun. I was really hoping that if the dice came up 'esper' for me that I'd have some more comprehensible medical condition and instead here I am being exotically insane."
"I really really want a hug but I will be kind of insane about it. I'm also gay if that helps so like, just insane, not hitting on you."
"...I'm happy to hug you in light of this but maybe it would be better to start somewhere that isn't a stairwell. If you think it might be hard to stop."
"Okay." Stairs stairs. Glance back at him. "...Shoot, was I supposed to bring you shoes?"
"I don't know what you were supposed to do. My feet are not my main problem right now and as long as I don't step on a rusty nail and get tetanus and possibly even then that will continue to be the case."
"- Sorry! You know what, let's just -" And she backtracks up to meet him at a landing with a door to the rest of the building, which she holds open for him. "Elevator."
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