"I wonder how long it will take me to get properly used to that," Haru remarks as he puts his seatbelt on.

"To what?" he asks, putting his own seatbelt on and starting to drive.

"To you - flitting around being convenient at me, it's really cute and I like it but it's still surprising every time."

"...well, if you have any suggestions for how I could improve my service I would love to hear them. I know I'm not there yet but I want to eventually be as easy to be around as breathing."

"I'll let you know." Haru leans over and pecks him on the cheek.

Eeeeeeeee. He wiggles in place a little bit.

"I have decided that I should tell you something embarrassing."

...blink. "Oh?"

"So like - you listed lots of stuff you have noticed I like, but you may not have noticed this one, it wouldn't've been there last loop. It turns out that I think the thing where you did bad things and then decided to stop out of sheer passive exposure to me and my having ethics is the most romantic thing I can think of. If I had come by this realization by, like, reading books or something, then I'd have been like 'fun fantasy but obviously it should stay that way', but like, as long as this is real life I am leaning into the thing where that is apparently like chocolate covered crack to my romantic sensibility."

"The. Uh. What?" He is starting to blush, though.

"Not sure what part of that I'm meant to clarify."

"I'm. Uh. Um. The. I. Romantic sensibility? Crack? I mean. Uh. Um. Me?"

"Yeah. The phrase 'chocolate covered crack' in fact appears in my notebooks though eventually I ran aground on not being sure if I was meant to smoke it or eat it."

"Well clearly you lick the chocolate off it and then you smoke it," he says but he still looks a bit. Unstable.

"Ah, I see, I'll have to try that then. It's just really - like obviously in an objective sense sure it would be better if you had the correct ethics installed right-side-out to begin with but it would apparently be less romantic to my id."

"O-oh. Um. I." He swallows dryly. Licks his lips. "I see."

"I just thought you would appreciate knowing that."

He nods a few times robotically, blushing beet red. "Uh... huh. Mm. Hm. Mmhm."

"Are you safe to drive?"

"Ye-es. Road safety is paramount. I would never let you get hurt. I've—do not do this at home, kids, I regret it, etc etc, but I have driven while getting a blowjob and been fine," he says, his voice much higher pitch than normal throughout.

"Wow, okay, I'll decrease my paranoia about your safety behind the wheel."

"Um. Uhhh. U-um. Th-then, uh. I, uh."

"You gonna be able to order ramen by the time we get there?"

"Ye-es! J-just. W-warn a guy before you. Hit him with that. That. Uh. That."

"How was I meant to warn you?"