...right. Alright, then. He can go... be handcuffed, and knocked out, and hugged by someone he is apparently really compatible with it turns out... And he won't think about how much this makes his stump ache.

When he wakes up eight hours later the handcuffs are off, the bracelet is on, and Traceless is no longer on the phone; he's at the table with a microwave curry steaming between him and his laptop, working on a blog post.

Man, he kind of doesn't like this.

Not that that matters.

He should probably eat, too.

"How's the sleeping twice thing sitting so far, if it seems bad I can get a bottle of ten-hour and do overnights instead."

"It's fine," he says, automatically, looking for something to eat.

He's got lots of choices in the freezer. "If you say so."

Yeah he'll pick one of those choices in the freezer and cause it to become edible, then.

Typety typety. "Do you need anything, questions comments complaints concerns, or shall I get out of your hair now that you're conscious?"

"No, and you don't need to leave if you don't want to, it's all the same to me."

"If we were doing overnights that'd make sense, I might want to switch to that to save on teleports even if you don't mind spending sixteen hours a day asleep, but not tonight, my cat's expecting me."

"Sure. I'm not allergic to cats if you want to bring it here, either." ...are any espers even allergic to anything. They might not be.

Whatever.

"Nah, he's a huge asshole to people who aren't me, he'd have something mean to say. - he's a talking monster cat."

Blink. "A talking monster cat."

"With wings." He clicks a link, on his computer, and a picture shows up; he gestures toward it. "His name's Cricket."

Jaeha looks. "He's pretty."

"I'll tell him you said so." He closes the laptop. "I'll see if I can finagle an evening dungeon tomorrow and show up with pajamas and whatnot, if that's all right with you."

"Sure, that works."

Fork in dishwasher, empty tray in the trash. "Seeya." Laptop in bag. Teleport. Afterimage and then nothing.