"Oh my god, I have totally restructured society. What the hell do, like, astronauts do. What do surgeons do. Do people take a break in the middle of open heart surgery to jerk off."

The look of existential horror pairs oddly with the dick still hanging out of his pants.

"...never really thought about it. But, like, they've got to take a break to piss anyway, right?"

He pats Camillo's hand and, after a second of thought, puts his own pants all the way back on.

"What do marathoners do. Are women just better at everything because they don't have to interrupt themselves all the time. What have I done."

"Girls need to get off too!" he says, automatically.

"Okay but they don't, like! Get backed up! There's no -- ew, I don't want to think about this, dude."

"That one was one hundred percent on you."

"This is all on me! Everything is on me! I'm not ready to be Spiderman!"

"Okay. I am pretty sure this is not yet a Spiderman situation. Take a breath."

There is just enough room to squeeze onto the bench next to him.

He immediately flops against Z, head on his shoulder.

"I did time travel rape."

"You didn't do time travel rape, come on."

He puts his arm around him, as securely as he can.

"You didn't even know you — did magic, then, right?"

"...I guess."

"So you wrote something dumb in a notebook and then some bad shit happened. And then you fixed it."

"I fixed it four days later."

"...does that matter if it's time travel?"

"I don't know," he says, staring off into the middle distance. "Maybe? Maybe I murder the entire population of Earth every time I write in that book? Oh god I'm not Spiderman I'm a supervillain."

"—okay, no more thinking. Deep breathing only."

He squeezes him a little tighter.

"Bossy," Camillo mutters, but he buries his face in Z's floppy hair and takes deep breaths of reassuring friend-smell.

He just squeezes him and pets him for a little while. Poor guy has had a day.

"...it'd probably freak you out worse to cut class, huh," he says, a little resigned.

"What if I miss something important."

He ruffles his hair with his fingers.

"I'm gonna miss something important either way," he says, cheerfully.

"Haven't figured out how to make a school rule against that yet."

"You can't stop me. I'm way too powerful."

He tucks Camillo's dick back into his pants.

"The most powerful."

He zips up his pants.

"...okay, before we go back to class. You have to tell me one thing."

"—yeah?"