There's a sort of strangled sob but then Lucien claps a hand over his mouth.

"Can you just get it over with and then we can both sleep on it and catch me up on whatever else you need to tell me tomorrow?"

"Um, I'm confused, which parts do you want me to do today?"

"Whatever can happen over the phone till I need to go to bed."

"Okay."

Lucien's parents signed an open letter supporting theoretical research in genetic engineering to eliminate untreatable genetic disorders and the public response about this got them both fired and ostracized. When Lucien was eleven he used a student's unattended computer to fix the formatting on the History Club's club informational flier and to make sure it accurately reported what times they met at instead of being wrong. Since he was fourteen he's been pretending that he likes the Prime Directive that says you can't interfere in pre-warp civilizations but actually he hates it. Also he should note some basic details about what transporters and replicators are. 

"Um, do you have any questions or should I go on to the um. Other things."

"I'm taking notes so you don't have to go over all this again, but don't want to ask any questions right now."

She takes notes....

"Okay. Um. I already said I was in love with you. I also think you're the prettiest person I've ever seen and I think some of that is the mind control since I don't think normal people are capable of finding anyone so pretty and good but also I think even if there wasn't mind control I'd still think you were pretty. And. Um. Uh....."

... She prefers this so he should really do it even if it's hard.

"Earlier when I was going to ask you whether you meant to include permission to think about a thing the thing was having sex with you. Because I would really like to think about that except for how it feels rude and I'll have to tell you which will hurt you so I'm going to try not to think about it much. But also I already pictured having sex with you last night because I get hornier when I'm stressed. It made um, hard, when I imagined you smiling about having sex with me because you enjoyed it a bunch and that was really nice and I'm so sorry for telling you this. I didn't masturbate about it though but I wanted to but it seemed rude and I distracted myself by biting my arm really hard which didn't work and now I have a bite mark but thankfully it's hidden by my shirt.  I also think you have the best hair and the best lips and the best teeth and I've realized as I'm saying this that I could continue going on listing every part of your body, including ones I havn't seen and have no knowledge about."

"... Also I seem to have become physically turned on by telling you about all of this. I'm. So sorry."

"Okay, I'm just going to assume as a background fact that sometimes you think about having sex with me and might jerk off while you're doing that so you don't have to avoid it or tell me every time, okay? It's just a thing that happens and it's none of my business and magic is making it have to be my business a little bit but not in a way that I think should impinge on your ability to do it, for all I know half my classmates do the same thing and they just don't have to tell me and they aren't being rude."

"... yes I think that might work."

"Good."

"... I still need to tell you some other sex things about my past but. Only the once."

"I'm listening."

Then she can hear all the parts of Lucien's sexual history that he's ashamed of! Which is most of what little of it he has. He's never actually had sex, but a friend gave him a handjob once and kissed him. He first masturbated when he was 14 and it was about the "where babies come from" book his parents gave him. He made a spreadsheet of his masturbation habits when he was 16 after he decided it was inconvenient to not have a good idea of exactly how long he should expect it to take so he collected data for four months about it. He once put an appropriately shaped item from a board game in his butt and it was interesting. He once had a wet dream about a talking train from a cartoon. He's never kissed anyone.

It takes a while but eventually he has confessed all the sex things, and apologized for doing so several dozen times.

"Okay," she says levelly when he's through with that. "Anything else suitable to cover over the phone?"

"Yeah my passwords for things, I should do those even if they aren't very relevant."

"If you need to, yeah."

There aren't that many - most things just use various bio authentification methods.

"Anything else?"

"Nothing I can remember."

"Okay. Ten tomorrow, university library atrium."

"Yes!" he squeaks.

"See you then. Goodbye."

"Love yo-bye. Yes."

He is sufficiently tired and untortured that he can actually get some sleep! And then he's at the university library atrium at 9:55 exactly.

She shows up at 9:58. Waves at him. Takes a seat under the skinny tree that they have growing in the atrium.

He guesses at an appropriate distance to sit from her and wrestles his expression down to something resembling one people normally make in their everyday lives.

"Hi!" I love you.