Aw! Smooch smooch smooch. Gentle shoulder-petting.

this is so much affection and there is also nice guiding going on and Lucy is extremely pretty and Cara is. too tired to suppress her default reaction to this kind of treatment, apparently.

she lets out a quiet moan, and reaches up with her left hand to start stroking Lucy's hair.

"So, not that I'm eager to burst your bubble, it's a very cute bubble, but neither of you are in your right minds, you have a complementary set of gametes, and while backlash is known to be hostile to pregnancy it is not foolproof."

“Wh—I wasn’t going there! I have the arm implant! That doesn’t work for espers!”

"I-I, also, had no plans to-", she manages to stammer out, flinching backwards a bit. 

"If you were both in full command of your faculties not planning to would be plenty and I'd mind my own business! But you're not."

She.... doesn't really know how to respond to that, actually, so she will just. slump.

“—Wait is that why it matters that you’re trans.”

"Honestly even if nobody involved were trans I'd lightly disrecommend getting up to hanky-panky with an approximate stranger while insane but less emphatically."

"...No, I asked because when I was in student housing I got assigned a roommate for who didn't want to share a room with me.  Because I was trans. It made her uncomfortable. And it was this whole deal, because, I didn't think to ask beforehand, and I just - " 

She slumps further. "it sucked."

“Well, that’s dumb and bad. Anyway, I’m a virgin, and this would be a terrible week to change that.”

"I'm. not. but I do agree that this is a bad week to be sleeping with people." Even if they're VERY PRETTY and FEEL INCREDIBLE TO TOUCH and KEEP KISSING HER???

“—Are you okay?” Lucy has forgotten that slut-shaming exists but does remember other reasons why someone might have negative affect around “not a virgin.”

"I'm -" embarrassed, overwhelmed, backlashed, developing inadvisable romantic attachments, what else is she forgetting...

Oh! Right! "...exhausted."

"Finish up your curry and we'll get you both situated in the guest room and you can crash."

Oh yeah! That was totally a thing.

Lucy finishes her butter chicken.

Cara can finish up her curry as well! It's so nice to have eaten a meal.

And they and the gulab jamun (less one which Haru claims for himself) can go ensconce themselves in the guest room.

ohhh a bed...

she starts to take her dress off, and then - stops and looks at Lucy - "'sthis ok?"

“Oh, sure.”

She pulls her dress off over her head and all but collapses into the bed.

Aww. Lucy pets her tummy.

"Text me if you need anything and don't want to wake her up," Haru murmurs to Lucy, and then he leaves them be.

(Lucy gives Haru a thumbs up as he leaves.)