"- oh." Blush. "Good?"

(...cute.) She nods. "Yeah. It's good."

(Her eyes stop glowing.)

He pauses the Great British Bakeoff. "I think some people would've dropped out upon getting cool powers. I guess that would be hard to explain."

"I've been thinking about it a bit! There's just... a lot of considerations? Who it's okay to tell, what I tell everyone else, what I actually do..." She shrugs. "No need to rush. I'll figure something out." 

"Do you want me to try telling people as a first pass? Not specifics they could try to follow up on. And then I can just leave, if they're not - cool about it?"

"Oh! ...I want to think it through on a full night's sleep before asking you to do it? But probably, yeah, it's a really good idea, thanks." Pause. "...Okay, wrote it down." She gives him a tired smile.

"Do you need a nap?"

Headshake. "Can't! My ADHD meds are too strong; I just lie in bed awake when I try. I will simply be a lil' loopy 'n tired till I sleep." She does not sound at all bothered by this.

"Oh no, is that gonna be a problem for your afternoon classes, or do you not have any - I don't know your schedule super well -"

Awwww. "Nah, I'll be good. I just have math at 4, and it's been straightforward all semester. No need to worry." She puts an arm around him.

"Did you sleep bad because I got hit by a car or just randomly? I think that kind of thing varies between people, how they react to stuff about me once I'm gone."

"I think just randomly? I've never been a great sleeper. It's sooo easy to get distracted by the little gay people who live in my phone." She tilts her head in thought. "...I admit I'm not 100% sure I'd know how to tell, if it was you. It'd be, like, adrenaline still in my body that I wouldn't have accounted for while failing to sleep, right?"

"Maybe? I don't know, like, how much I'm having a physical effect and how much I'm poking people in the soul or whatever, when I disappear, and if I'm having a physical effect I dunno why that'd work on... memory chemicals, and not adrenaline... but there's a lot I don't know." Shrug. "Gay people live in your phone?"

Xeya giggles. "It's a famous tumblr post! Well, famous to me. It's just a silly way to talk about online friends." 

She's thinking about the memories thing, a bit. "And, hmmm..." 

<Can you shed some light on this?>

<The adrenaline had already left your system when you hugged Skip goodnight. You got into a conversation with Risa at 12:27 am and did not fall asleep till 1:40 am.>

"-ah, yeah. The computer part of me claims the adrenaline had left my body by the time you said goodnight, and that my lack of sleep is solidly Risa's fault."

"Oh, no, what'd she do now, or is it still that she's trying to sleep with the same professor?"

Cackle. "No, me and a mutual friend talked her out of that and then he came to his senses. This was about whether or not she should sleep with her roommate, which I didn't actually have a definitive take on. Like, obviously, it's very awkward if it goes badly, right, changing dorms is a ton of work..."

"Very convenient logistically if it works out though."

"Yeah. And also? Roommate is very hot. Risa sent me her insta, and. Golly. Gee wizz. Holy Moly." Xeya actually blushes a bit.

"Can I see?"

"Sure!" Risa's roommate has short purple hair with an undercut on the left side that's jet black, a nose ring, an eyebrow piercing, several ear piercings, very striking eyes, and a simple long spiraling line tattoo that goes all the way up her right arm. (...Nice tits, too, if you're into those.)

"She's fetching," he says eventually. "I think she is trying to say something to someone who isn't me, perhaps 'I'm a lesbian', so maybe the effect is lost on me a little bit."

Xeya giggles again. "Yeah, fair, I think this is very much a lesbian look! Valid and perhaps even often strategic to not be into lesbians." She sighs dreamily. "Couldn't be me, though."

"I would have a difficult time if I were into lesbians," says Skip, "considering, but I wish you luck." Maybe he is wistful about wishing her luck.