Snuggle.

"What if there was a freak snowstorm and the power went out, would we wake up before we froze?"

"Yes, it would take a while for the house to lose that much heat even if we managed to sleep through it till our normal wakeup time."

If Haru keeps humoring him, Julien is going to go through another dozen scenarios of varying plausibility, starting with floods and ending with robbers, and his questions getting farther apart and more mumbled, until he falls asleep.

Yeah, Haru'll put up with that many and then fall asleep himself.

Julien wakes up a few times in the night, but only barely.  The fear is still present, but apparently it at least sometimes can manifest as that of a child hiding from pretend monsters:  'Everything outside is very scary, but the bed is safe.  Under the covers is safe.'  Haru is much more physically competent than him right now and is looking out for him.  (None of his questions were about dungeons; he already knows the approximate protocols there.)  He goes back to sleep pretty quickly every time, and enough times that Haru's up before him.

Haru sneaks out for the bathroom and his book and then if Julien's still asleep will sneak back in.

Julien's face is kind of scrunched up and at one point he makes something between a hum and a whimper, but no, he doesn't actually seem to be awake.

Backlash nightmares suck. Haru snuggles him and reads Les Mis.

"Mmn."

"Ggnm?  - Hi..."

"Morning."

"Yeah.  ...I assume..."

"Well, my clock says it's morning, anyway."

...Clock?  Clock.  There it is.  "Yeah."

"Breakfast?"

"....Yeah."  Up.  "Ughhhhh I want coffee but also really should not have coffee.  Unless drugs also don't touch backlash from the other side."

"Eeeeh they kind of don't but the backlash won't back off to compensate either."

"I guess if... last night I wanted to think less, so I should just take what grogginess comes to me naturally?"

"Sounds worth trying."

Hum-sigh.  He will lean into the brain state of being kind of out of it, of not tracking his environment because he's outsourcing that to Haru, and also lean literally into Haru.  It's - kind of miserable, in a way that actively caring about things isn't; he feels..... dread-ful, more than scared.  Something bad is going to happen to him, and he doesn't know what it is, and for now he's pretty resigned to it.  Fine.

"Pop tarts sound good?"

"Yeah."

Pop tarts go in the toaster.

Cricket gets his grocery delivery from the porch and needs Haru to open the package of roe.

Ren decides she's having popcorn for breakfast and sticks it in the microwave.