He cooperates with this attempt, yeah.

"Are your apartmentmates going to be really sus if my agent sends a gofer to ask for your phone, and also too busy to call said agent from my website to verify that this is not a really random phone stealing scam?"

"As long as Chanon's home, yeah.  He... cares about stuff."

"Inconvenient. Do you have impairments around voice calls, or could you defuse said suspicion or at least channel it into someone coming over here to see that you are alive and stuff?"

"It... doesn't obviously seem like it would have to be not okay..."

"May have to settle for that. Considering." He sends Paula some texts.

When it sounds like Haru's done and has put his phone down: "It turns out Shakespeare is hardcore.  And not really saltine cracker at all.  I knew this but I forgot, I guess."

"He's - mainstream and highbrow and that is not the same thing, yeah."

"It isn't.  But I'm not sure there's actually anything that I can tell for sure in advance will be."

"Is there something you could re-read?"

There haven't been any phone-tapping noises in a while; probably it's safe to open his eyes.  "I'll think about it."

"If I think of something I'll let you know. Gofer's on the way to talk to your apartmentmates about your phone."

"Okay.  You'll handle the looking-at-it parts?"

"Yeah, if you'll tell me how to get into it you shouldn't need to look at it for me to extract the number."

"I have the thumbprint, yeah."

"Aaaand I'll put on speakerphone so you can talk to this person who has your phone -" Beep boop. "Hello, Traceless speaking."

"Hi.  Julien?"

Eyes closed!!

"Hi, Chanon."

"Somebody wants your phone, I guess?  Do you want me to give it to them?"

"Yes please."

"And you're - awakening?"

"Yeah."

"How's that, uh, going?"

"I am very scared of lots of things including Shakespeare.  So there's not that much to do, which I am very grateful for."

"Huh.  ...So I have permission to go in your room and look for it?  Where is it?"