"All right, thank you."

Haru gets dropped off on the outskirts of London, where the armored figure can wrap their arms around him.

He attempts to steady himself in the grip - not that he expects this person's grip isn't as adequate as his, and when he can use his superpowers he flies around all the time - brushes against their hand -

A flicker of guiding, of strong compatibility somehow very far away, and the distant brush of a psychic connection.

"- who are you? Please?"

"Hrm?" asks the vibrating voice.

"It's a long story but how can I find you again, I assume you're busy but I can explain some better time -"

"I can find you."

"Okay, please do, it's important, it's just such a long story."

"Understood."

"Thank you for showing up to save those people."

"It's the least I can do."

"How did you find them, are there people ambushing carriages constantly that you can just overfly any major road...?"

"I saw the signal arrow."

"Ah, I thought the fellow with the tongue had grabbed it before anybody'd spot it but I'm glad I was mistaken."

"Yes."

... They're really not good at this part of the job are they.

He's not backlashed so he doesn't have to have a conversation if they don't want to.

Oh good.

Liftoff is a bit bumpy and there's a bit where they almost skid across the ground but once they're in the air the flight is relatively smooth.

He wants to be able to fly again.

A servant meets them at the door, doing their best to hide their alarm at whatever turn of events resulted in their guest being brought back by an armored hero, covered in bruises.

Well, are the servants going to ask any questions about it? "Thank you," he tells the hero, and he starts to pull off the borrowed shirt.

That would be rude! He has another shirt on underneath, right?

Yes. "This belongs to - one of Lord Metcalfe's friends, I've forgotten which one."

"We'll see that it's clean and returned."

"Thank you."