Right. Talk about it. Say words. He can definitely do that thing.

"...I want you," he admits. "Very much. I - think it will also hurt me somewhat, but, well, I am two thousand years old and can decide to do things that hurt me and are also very much things I want. I am trying to figure out if it is good for you, when taken overall. Given that...I mean, there is probably a reason it is generally considered unethical to have sex with people when they are your prisoner. You did not with me. But - what do you think?" 

"- good for me - 

- Telumë, I won't exist in four hours. I guess probably if you tortured me you could leave some fragment of an impression that would stick around, but - 

- I am trying to do the thing you do, build something I can reassemble quickly enough to get back to work with it, but I don't have any notes and I don't have any records and I get less than a day, every time. The only things I can build are - with you. The only things I can do that will matter twelve hours from now are whatever I have to say to you. I have no idea what I want. That part would take way too long to rebuild and I don't think either of us could make any sense of its answers. You - wanted me - so I - please don't hurt yourself to do a favor to someone you spun up for a couple of hours of existing -"

Ouch. He is going to dig through all his feelings about that later. 

"Will it make you happy?" he says quietly. "Right here, right now? I sort of suspect the answer is obviously yes, but..." 

"Why do you think it'll hurt you -"

"Complicated reasons that are - hard to sort through now. I think mostly that - I am taking a number of sensible precautions, such as the memory effect, that are nonetheless very bad for you, and...this is a normal thing to do with one's prisoners, but not with one's lovers, and I might - feel worse about your distress and being the cause of it. I do not think it is helpful to feel that way and mostly I do not, but, well..." Handwave. Probably he shouldn't be giving Maitimo all this information but he is, at some point, going to leave, and Maitimo won't remember any of it tomorrow. 

"It would make me happy."

Then he's going to go for it, apparently, and check back with his tomorrow-self if it seemed like a terrible idea. 

"Missed you. So much. All the time."

"Missed you too." All the time would be exaggerating, he was extremely busy and distracted a lot of the time and missing Maitimo wasn't helpful, but he elides that. Reaches for Maitimo's braid. It's kind of messy, he hasn't been tending it. 

PANICthat is interesting information and he is taking it into account and he has sympathy for the emotion and it is mistaken, here, this is good, this is fine, and he knows the move to turn panic into excitement and the move from there to turn excitement into innocent anticipation and now he's shaped right to tilt his head and beam at Telumë and react correctly once he's touched.

:That's not ideal but I think interrupting Telumë and telling him to be careful will do the opposite of help. Jisa, you can go, I'll sit and watch for this bit: 

Telumë has a suspicion that someone of Maitimo's emotions here are - complicated - but also his boyfriend is smiling at him like that and he...is going to at least run the experiment of respecting Maitimo's stated desires here. He leans in to kiss him, slowly and carefully and making sure to telegraph all his movements clearly. 

It is very frustrating how he can't do osanwë, he wants to send - comfort, and joy, and vicious glee at having reclaimed something he was never supposed to have again - he can try to do that with sounds, but it's so much lower fidelity -

Telumë can guess most of it. He still doesn't know Maitimo as well as he did, before, but he knows him pretty well, and - they're similar in a lot of ways.

"I love you," he breathes. 

He doesn't. He loves someone else and someday he will destroy Maitimo to get that someone else back. He wonders if favorite places to be kissed transfer across lives. He tests this. "I love you."

That's some information that this is a bad idea, but not enough to get her to interrupt before she's collected the rest of the information. This is certainly weird and kind of awkward and not at all what Melody expected her job to ever end up involving, but - she can deal with it.

She does not interrupt. 

Afterward, when they're cuddling, Telumë sighs. "I have to go soon." 

"Mmhmm. - can you put me to sleep, when you do?"

"Of course, if that is what you want." 

"I don't think I have anything else to do with this life. Do you need more data from it? - it's going to be messy and it's not because we had sex it's because I'm not at all configured to be alone, that takes days to build and they would be very difficult days even back in Valinor before anything awful had happened to me."

"That is fair enough." Telumë gets up and retrieves his clothes and, before he goes, asks Melody to come in with him and put Maitimo to sleep again. 

He falls asleep. 

He wakes up. He processes for a bit and determines that processing is bad and rolls over and cries.

Telumë doesn't go in right away. He asked them not to interrupt him just because Maitimo was awake, since the event of 'Maitimo wakes up' is going to end up happening a lot. 

It's Melody's shift, and at least Maitimo has any idea who she is. She goes in. "Hey. Can you get up and eat something, please? You can also talk to me if you want. I won't make you do the latter but I am going to make you eat, sorry." 

" - Melody. We thought you were west of here."