Sure, Flywheel can pick out something vegetarian and spicy from a Chinese place.

(Then she'll clean up the various messes she's made in the silo, before he gets back.)

Traceless comes back before the delivery drone arrives, but only just. (All the silo apartments have appropriate stickers on the kitchen windows to signal drones, and trays to set things down on so you just have to open the window to grab them.) He looks like he's not backlashed any more, probably.

Flywheel is just as backlashed as he left her. (Also, she's very obviously been crying. Her eyes are red.)

That's really so understandable! He opens the kitchen window preemptively because one time he ordered sushi and it nearly fell off the tray due to being placed slightly too close to where the window had to slide. He's also got his Surprise Overnight bag out of his truck and puts some objects from it in the bathroom.

"Welcome back," she says, trying to sound normal about it and even mostly succeeding.

"Thanks." The delivery arrives. He grabs it and decants boxes from bag. He's got potstickers and eggdrop soup for himself. "You holding up tolerably?"

She shrugs. "I mean. I'm tolerating it?" Siiigh. "I even did some things while you were out, so. Yeah, I guess."

Food exists and can be eaten! Hers has EXTRA EXTRA HOT written on the receipt and the box.

(...'s nice to be eating food this spicy.)

"Whoof," he remarks when that box opens. "Oh, you're left-handed, convenient." They can hold hands while they eat.

(Yay! She's convenient!) Handholding is good.

He's pretty quiet when he's not backlashed. Munches through his soup and dumplings.

"Do you think you'll be able to get clear overnight, either with or without me picking up some more backlash first?"

She lets go of his hand and then touches it again, thinking. "Not sure? But it seems likely to get me pretty close, at least... Compatibility is really high on my end."

"I've got a couple feet of distance with June and this isn't that but it's really good, yeah. I can fall asleep backlashed but it is less practical for me to be on the phone so we'd need to be having a conversation."

She thinks. "Alright, I can do that." She can... tell him a story, maybe. Something nice and non-fraught. Her online social deception game tyranny era, maybe. 

Takeout containers go in trash. "Anything to take care of before we get ready for bed?"

She thinks for a bit. "Pre-bedtime bathroom stuff?"

He nods. "You want it first or shall I?"

-shrug. "No strong feelings."

"Okay." He will in that case be the one to go brush his teeth and change into pajamas (pants only) et cetera.

Oh, hmmm. "Do you have opinions on whether I should wear some kind of top to bed?"

"You're not going to bother me skipping it but I move around in my sleep, if that's going to be a big deal and not a haha-oops then probably have something on?"

"...not a big deal," she says, beginning to pull her shirt off.

Thumbs up.

Flywheel (now topless) can brush her teeth and use the bathroom and then climb into the silo bed.

"You want big spoon or little spoon?"

She doesn't have an answer for that. 

....she's at low enough backlash to find it really frustrating, apparently.