"—a-and of course I'll delete them if you want me to, I didn't, I wasn't hiding them, I just hadn't thought about my future phone until now, it hadn't come up, um—"

"How did you talk me into that?"

"...I, uh, I said—that of course if you didn't feel comfortable I wouldn't but I had my phone in a pocket universe half the time, and—I'd—sorry—I'd j-jerk off to them so much, and I'd have something of yours that literally no one else did, only me, they were for my eyes only, no one else could ever see them—unless you broke up with me, of course I'd delete them if you broke up with me—"

"Okay, well, the reason it would have been kind of hard to talk me into that is that - once you have them it's for keeps, in practice, even if something bizarre happens, you can say you'd delete them but people don't in general accurately speak for their post-breakup selves. You don't have to delete them. This was - priced in."

"I—I would never—why would I—"

"—you have no reason to trust me. And I did do some much worse stuff. Sorry. I'll—I can send you the pictures and then I'll delete them, I, I shouldn't have them, we, we are broken up in effect even if you didn't break up with me. I'll delete all of them."

"I just said you don't have to do that. Also I'm not sure I want them to exist on my phone, I just want to - see them."

"Haru. I understand that I don't have to. But I don't want to—have something that'd make you sad, or that—isn't—for real, it's not, it's a you but it's not you, you don't remember agreeing to it, you wouldn't agree to it right now, I—I'm yours. I'm not going to do just what I have to, I'm going to, to do whatever will make you happiest, however I can."

"Then don't destroy information that I will want again if you have to go back to this morning, again. - besides. Your photos are your - like - I know most people do not relate to their offboard memory storage the way I do but I'm going to assume you can't imagine me asking you to get rid of your memories, right. You can have the pictures, I am reasonably convinced you acquired them fair and square. It's just weird is all."

"...okay. That's fair. Sorry." He transforms, grabs his phone from the buckler, turns off mobile connectivity so the network won't freak out about the same SIM existing twice, then opens the folder with Haru's pictures and gives Haru the phone. 

There are... quite a lot of pictures. Selfies Haru sent him, sleepy morning selfies and bathroom selfies and random selfies, there's so many pictures Yutaka himself took, candids and pictures of Haru smiling for him and a picture of Haru in a restaurant with sauce on his nose, there's a bunch of selfies of the two of them together, in parks and restaurants and at school—they look happy. And then, yes, the nudes, two of them, with Haru looking kind of awkward and embarrassed and smiling and blushing.

Haru takes a while too look through them all. Takes notes, occasionally.

They look so happy. Haru looks - self-satisfied and - like he thinks he's really lucky - like taking a spank bank picture for his boyfriend makes him a little squirmy but not like he's actually at the moment the shutter snaps conflicted about it per se -

He looks at each photo and gives the phone back.

He accepts it wordlessly, stores it back in his buckler, detransforms. Fidgets.

"What else should I know?"

"Everything. I wish I could give you everything, especially the shit I wanted to keep from you.

"But I guess I can keep telling you what I can."

Nod.

"Where even was I... I said I was simping for you. We talked more, but I don't remember exactly what about. Magic, probably, it always made you so happy and even though I was just sitting behind you I liked that so I'd definitely be aiming at the topic, but I don't remember what exactly. I know at some point very early in the loop we talked about me getting guns and I cold read you about Charlie to guess that he's a cop, that might've been then, I suggested going after the yakuza and the police and the military to copy their guns—I never did go after the yakuza even though I got a lead, but maybe this time I should get really heavy artillery and they might have any, but maybe military—got distracted."

"After class the girls showed up. I asked you to walk away briskly so that I could make a show of being anxious about it and eventually interrupt them to say I needed to go chase after the guy I liked. Worked flawlessly, I looked like such a simp, it was great. I think actually I said I was trying to win a boy's heart."

"I was walking briskly in front of people?"

"Briskly within the constraints of pretending you had dyspraxia. You said that it was actually kinda hard to match your old speed though."

"Something to look forward to."

"Yeah. You were really happy about not having to worry about that."

"—ah and after that was when I—tested whether rewinding duplicated things, and I didn't tell you about it, I just presented the result to you as a done thing. The first go through I tried to convince you to let me walk you down the stairs by saying that it would've been so gentlemanly of me to do so but you didn't need it anymore and you just cheerfully said 'I don't!', I still don't know if you entirely missed that I was flirting or if you just ignored it, probably you missed it. Second go through I was more direct, I said that while I'm not so selfish as to wish that you were still dyspraxic I still missed the opportunity to be gallant and chivalrous and stick by you, and then you responded by saying that I could do that outside in the ice for appearances' sake."

"That makes sense."

"First time around the football team captain also showed up to harass me but the first loop he withdrew his invitation when the rumours that I was gay started circulating, so I told you that he'd been about to show up and that I was going to be flirting with you a lot out loud so that he'd overhear it and give up before he tried, and so I started talking about you teaching me English and how I really wanted my teacher to like me and—

"That was when you figured out that I could be dictionary cracking you if I wanted to be. You didn't tell me then, you just suddenly got really reserved and I asked if I was being too much and you said not necessarily and I said that that was better than an unqualified 'yes' and you said you'd think about it and get back to me but you were clearly kind of put off by something and I asked if I should  stop flirting and you said it was fine but you'd be a bit arm's length. And then we kinda stopped talking after we got to class."

"Did you ever - rewind me more than once to get some particular -"