Once the house is no longer facing structural problems from the ton of water on the floor he will lock himself in his room and also change clothes and then unlock the door and open it a crack for her to come in when she's put clothes on, hopefully.

She has put clothes on! Slightly more clothes than are optimal for guiding, because recently wet = cold.

That's fine. He has actually had the thought that he could probably spare a few hours to go help June with what he left sitting on her, since Lucy has such a peaceable and nondistressed backlashed state, but Casey said something about her having bought groceries recently that seemed like it probably meant "no rush". Snuggles?

Snuggles!!!

Very nearly a week to the minute after Haru got the email about a psychotic break, Lucy sits back from the puzzle she was working on, picks up a pillow, and screams directly into it.

Esper ears can pick that up from the next room! Haru bursts out of the bathroom without drying off his hands. "Lucy?!"

“‘M fine,” she mumbles. Wait, no. She puts the pillow down. “I’m fine. Finer than I have been in a week. Just, also, augh, my brain didn’t work.”

"Yyyyyeah." Do not argue with her about how hellish her hell week didn't seem. "Did I have about the right model of it or was it more complicated than I'd managed to work out?"

“Uh—approximately correct but I’m not sure it was, um, precise? Like, it wasn’t exactly about personhood—your test with the mouse was pertinent—I had trouble with—the idea of anything outside myself having agency—even when I was well enough to notice your mom I couldn’t really think of…people making choices I wouldn’t make? But at my worst I absolutely positively could not conceive of any consciousness outside my own self existing.”

At least it wasn't - no. Fortunately it - no. "Are you still ticking down now or are you all done, people vary in how fast they go about it."

“I think I’m done. I wasn’t exactly at full before.” Sigh. “Sorry about yelling. I realize I’m objectively very lucky. Just—have you ever had a problem you couldn’t solve, and then someone else pointed out the answer, and it was really obvious once you saw it, and you felt kind of dumb even though that’s a thing that happens to people all the time? It was like ten yards of that shoved into an inch-long box in my head all at once.”

"Wow, that's vivid. Uh, what do you need now?"

“To tell off my roommate about the condoms. Uh, no. I mean I will probably do that but it isn’t urgent. I should call my mum though.”

"I last saw your phone over... here." Voilà.

“Thanks.” She restrains herself from lunging for it in his hand. Instead she takes it in a totally normal and measured fashion and pulls up her mother’s contact.

“Mum! Hi! I’m fine. I love you. What? No, obviously. Mum. Yes. No. Cricket is even fluffier in person, it turns out. And was marvelously patient with my backlashed self, although I can’t rule out that he’s been saving a week of grievances for when I could definitely completely understand them. No. No, I may not need a degree but I still like the subject matter. I guess. Obviously. Oh, good. Yeah, I will. Possibly after I’ve figured out what my power is. Sure.” Snort. “Love you. Buh-bye now.”

In case she doesn't have her phone volume turned down enough to prevent him from getting both sides of this conversation Haru backs off while the phone's ringing.

She hangs up. “Well. I have now promised to also call my brother but that is also less than maximally urgent.”

"Legit. What's your ideal timeline on powers testing?"

“…I have no idea what’s realistic? Uh, like, sooner is better, but I don’t know if that means I should say something like ‘this week’ or ‘in the next hour’ or what. Uh, I think I could do something to you, but obviously I am not going to do that unsolicited.”

"Awkward, powers that only work on people are the worst to figure out how to test. Uh, if you can wait a bit I should ideally go clear out my partner's backlog, I kind of showed up at the hospital when we were only about halfway done."

“Totally. I—am not one hundred percent sure what’s reasonable to ask of you right now, but even so I don’t want to be as demanding as socially acceptable, or anything. I can Uber back to campus and take care of personal stuff and we can meet up again whenever’s convenient.”

"Works on my end. Feel free to call if you have an emergency, like if your power's hard to avoid using. Uh, actually, tell me at what hour I should call your roommate if I don't hear from you in case you have that problem very acutely."

“Mm. Uh, in about two hours? Ish?”

"Sure." He makes a note of this. "Talk to you then if not sooner."

“With any luck I will text you to let you know I’m fine.”

Then she has to actually call for an Uber and wait around until it shows up instead of leaving immediately.