"Hmm. Get back to me on that after you've let me make you a sandwich."

"Okay." Another forehead-kiss.

It seems like being reassured that he's not being broken up with (yet) has done enough to get Yutaka's mood back up but he's not doing anything in particular about that fact. "Is there, um. Anything you want to know. About the. Phone sex thing." Which topic is now starting to get his mood down again.

"Never having had phone sex I don't really know what... constitutes it, exactly, you called me up while I was having my moment and then, what, I made embarrassing noises into the phone and this was enjoyable?"

"...no. I just—told you what I wanted to do to you. In a lot of detail. While we jerked off. It sounds kind of lame when I put it like that but the only way to make it not sound lame would involve a lot more object-level stuff." Without warning he picks Haru up in a bridal carry and starts walking back to the bedroom.

"- eep, hello. That makes more sense and also explains how it could be recreated."

"D'you want the tour, then? Or we could just hang out."

"Tour sounds good."

Tour! Here's the master bedroom, and the guest bedrooms, and the bathrooms, and the office, and the living/dining room, and the kitchen.

"This apartment is really... I want a word that is complimentary but means 'stupid'."

Yutaka walks back to the living room and, without setting Haru down, sits on the sofa. "Stupid but in a rich person way? I don't think there's a good word, there."

Haru leans his head on Yutaka's shoulder. "Maybe I just mean 'ostentatious'..."

"That it is. It's also way, way more than I ever wanted. Maybe I should've just used the insane amounts of money Iwasaki Iemasa apparently never looks at at my disposal and rented a smaller place..."

"You could, though I guess it's possible he'd notice recurring payments more than one-offs."

"Maybe. Once upon a time I used to throw house parties here. ...like last month sidereal."

"What kind of parties?"

"The kind where rich teenagers get drunk and make out in the corner and wake up sandwiched between two people they've never met on the kitchen floor with no memory of the past twelve hours."

"Well, at least I don't have to have FOMO about it, I guess."

"Are there kinds of parties you'd feel FOMO about?"

"There are kinds where I wouldn't definitely not? Like, I have never been to... let's see, what kinds of weird parties does Ren get invited to... a murder mystery party, say, and it doesn't sound instantly appealing but I don't know that I wouldn't like it, maybe if I happened to give it a try it'd be fun."

"...huh. Noted."

"That was not a veiled request that you throw me a murder mystery party, it's not a void in my life, I think Ren might have invited me to the murder mystery one and I was like nah I'll stay home and read a book, just, if you happen to want to throw a party and have me show up, it should be some kind of party other than the drunken makeouts kind."

"Yeah, no, just... noted. I am still learning new things about you. And I want to give you every experience you might want to have that I can."

Cheek-kiss. "I have been slightly put off telling personal anecdotes by the chopsticks story incident but if you have questions you can ask them."

"I'm absolutely certain I haven't heard every anecdote you've got. We've only been together for... well, I was only together with you for a month."