"Yes."

"Did you see me leave?"

"No, which I surmise is because you turned invisible despite the fact that it doesn't seem that way."

"In what way does it not seem that way?"

"An obvious one."

"... my failure to provide specifics also would ordinarily be suspicious, and given that I don't trust my own thinking right now might still be suspicious?"

"Yeah. Is it okay if I try patting you on the arm while I'm invisible?"

"Okay."

Pat pat.

"I can feel something but assume it's not you patting me - which I guess means it is."

"Congratulations." She turns visible with her hand still on his arm. "Voilà."

"Ah, yes. I see you now. I guess because you became visible and not just because you moved there when I wasn't looking."

"Yes. Man, I really dislike the veil and wish I'd been able to get more than the last little bit of it, that was so creepy, thank you for doing the experiment."

"You're welcome." It might be helpful for him too, later.

"I wasn't even positive it'd extend to esper stuff, there's other cases where it seems to count separately. Anyway, our place is thisaway."

"Mm. Is it possible for me to have my own place?"

"Yes, but it may not be possible to move into one today. I can help you look for one online though."

Which means she'll know where it is, of course.

"Okay."

Back to her and Lianelle's apartment. They got it pre-furnished and May's been letting Lianelle do the interior decorating.

Lianelle has been using this as an opportunity to explore the space of novel soft materials. There are so many different throw blankets.

Poke.

"... well, you weren't lying about the advances in softness."

"It is a particular delight of Lianelle's that we have microfiber and whatnot."

Pet pet.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"The spare room's that one, bathroom over there, are you hungry or anything?"

"I could eat."

"Cool, what do you like - or should I just surprise you with the wonders of modern cuisine?"