"I don't think that would have really been stealing any more than it's stealing to eat the Milanos. You are a guest in my house. Unless you mean you were planning to sneak it out and fence it."

"I asked if I could eat the Milanos, though.  What's fencing?  Throwing it over a fence?  When it's not sword fighting..."

"Sell stolen goods to a person who is also called a 'fence', who specializes in getting them to the end user."

"I have never heard of this."

"A likely story."

"It is, yeah."

Scritch scritch.

"You should go more over here, now."  He grabs Haru's hand and moves it where he wants it.  "And the same spot on the other side."

Haru snorts but complies.

Mmmm.  He could almost fall asleep like this, except for how he definitely, absolutely is not at all at risk of doing that, because if he does that he will die, and it's so scary that he would really have to try for probably a very long time even if he did want to.  But externally he's not doing much except occasionally repositioning Haru's hand on his scalp.

They can hang out like that basically as long as Bug wants, though Haru will switch which hand is scritching and which one is holding his phone now and then.

That's fine, yeah.

He really hasn't been sleeping well, though, so he eventually notices his thoughts wandering in a way where he can't remember what he was thinking about thirty seconds ago and sits right up about it, heart lightly pounding.  Which is still a form of being not at all at risk of falling asleep, in a way.

"Okay.  Thanks for that."