That's entirely fine because goal number one here is getting Haru off. "Want me to keep doing this or would you like me to show you more things you enjoy?"
"Choices, choices. I assume there's at least one thing you are presently not able to show me without breaking some rules."
He can keep licking and kissing and lightly sucking on Haru while he talks. "But there are quite a lot of other things I am."
It's cute.
Haru eventually manages to locate enough bones to grab his notebook and start peeking under sticky notes and making annotations.
Yutaka can wait until there's a lull in that and/or Haru wants something from him, then, whichever happens first.
Eventually Haru has read, not all of the notebook but all the high level summaries and everything in them that was hiding under sticky notes and enough spot-checking of the more detailed stuff that he's done for now. He closes it again.
"Of course! Although I suppose I don't know how much you will have been spoiled about yourself from your notes."
"I steered myself towards, like, strategically and emotionally important things and not details like specific date itineraries."
Specific date itineraries. Haru is so funny.
On the one hand, Yutaka feels like he shouldn't be glad that Haru currently has such a low bar. On the other, if this is going to happen a lot—
—he should probably make a sport of raising Haru's bar every time.
"Then let's go on a walk in the park."
Something that might not have been obvious to Haru given the context of the past couple of hours is that Yutaka is interesting.
Actually, let him clarify that.
Yutaka is interesting to Haru. He has made himself so. He's turned being interesting to Haru in particular into a science. He can talk about Twain and about epidemiology and about epistemology and about the most recent studies on the effect of unconditional cash transfers and...
...well, and of course, Haru himself. He's endlessly interested in the contents of Haru's mind, in everything Haru's thinking and feeling, all of his opinions and sarcastic quips.
He likes Haru.
Haru's notes to self that he's gotten around to so far included the "skip the histories" tidbit, so this is not astounding, but it's fun. He can let himself go on weird tangents with his parents, but they're full of black boxes that the parents don't care to unpack, labeled and bounced off of; he can talk about interesting topics, sometimes, some of them, with people from school - sometimes, some of them - but then he has to be watching his mannerisms because he is not, really, all that assimilated into Japanese culture, so it's weirdly circumscribed from the other direction, and this is just -
- well, his other half, he guesses -
And he knows Haru already knows the sonnet, but he didn't recite it in public, in the middle of the park, on one knee, the first time, and this time he'll get to.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
"Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
"rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
"and summer's lease hath all too short a date.
"But thy resolve no wayward gust can sway,
"nor can it fade like blossoms in the sun.
"Thine aims endure, not bound to brief display,
"but held with steadiness till they be won.
"Thy wit is sharp, and yet it cuts with grace,
"directed not by pride but purpose pure.
"Thy values, firm, no tempter may displace,
"thy truths stand tall, unflinching to endure.
"But I'm no master of the poet's art.
"What have I left to give, except my heart?"