"Yeah, they'd be driven straight out of the industry if they were careless with that kind of thing."

"Cool."  Type type.  "Anything else?"

"Probably the guy'll ask if he has further questions."

"Okay, thanks."  Reread change the phrasing here reread send.  "You were going to show me pictures of the tiny ocean dungeon?"

"Oh, I was, yeah!" He can go dig up the post with the photos from the tiny ocean dungeon. The pictures mostly look tilt-shifted except for the one that has his toes in it by mistake.

"This one's really cool.  They got the core here?"

"Yeah, one of the other espers found it when I did my third shift in here - it was hard to find, I came back a few days in a row to clear out replacement victims as it grabbed them."

"Blehhh.  I wish such cool things wouldn't torture people."

"Don't we all. Paula said she'd look but doesn't seem to've found anything yet."

"Mmm.  ...I'm gonna go have another donut."

"Enjoy."

"Thanks."

And while he eats he will check his calendar and his backscroll with various people and determine that yeah, he totally hasn't gotten laid yet this semester.  He texts his January results to Haru.

Haru sends back his - "they're from last summer but my only regular hookup is in B.C. and I haven't had any irregular ones lately. Uh, if I encounter your mom, guidelines on that? I did not quite suss out what your state of infosec with her is."

"I should really definitely come out to my Mom before the next time I carry a substantial amount of backlash."  That can go on the to-do list.

"I assume that's a one-person job in which I need not participate?"

"Yep."  Sigh.

Haru's phone beeps. "Oh, Paula found a dungeon, it's full of trees they're logging but you can pop in."

"Yesssss."  He pops up!  "Let's go."

To Haru's truck to drive for, like, a while!

Julien's pretty content to look out the window and enjoy the lack of constant fear, if Haru's not inclined to start conversation.

....NOT in that much detail, though.  He can maybe not only get better acuity but better - processing speed?  Retention?  He's not quite sure.  Something that lets him figure out what something he saw for only a flash was.  (A display for a clothing sale, apparently.)  He's soooooo screwed in terms of backlash accumulation.  He closes his eyes and relays these new facts to Haru, though he leaves the last opinion implied.

"I don't love driving one handed but you can put your hand on my arm or my neck or something."

"You're sure it won't be distracting?"

"I mean, don't pinch me or tickle me but I'm pretty accustomed to guiding per se as a background sensation."

"Okay."  Back of hand on Haru's arm.  ...Which he should briefly open his eyes for lest he accidentally try and propriocept Haru again.  There it is, eyes closed.

"If I had a nickel for every esper I knew who went around covering their eyes..."