Sara is asleep before she can think about what she just said, or hear what he says. She rolls over to her side when he gets up to leave the room, but is otherwise undisturbed.

Tim may have purchased an older New England home, but he had good chunks of it renovated.  The style is almost identical, except there are more outlets and ethernet ports in the walls.  But the big advantage it has is that it's soundproofed.

His 'office' is halfway to being a home gym.  There are stretch bands, a few weights, and half of the room is covered by exercise mats.  On the other side, is a dominated by a widescreen touch-monitor, a medium-sized beanbag chair, a keyboard, and an adjustable desk on wheels.  He clicks his fingers twice and the monitor pops up.  A few swipes of the touchscreen monitor and he's ready to use his exobrain.

"Eeeeuuuuggghhh."

Okay.  What went well?

Navigated discussions well
Boundaries went well.
Guiding went well.
Friend-shaped
Backlash navigation, didn't overload.
Don't need to protect her in case of rowdy patients and/or accidents!  <3
Carried!!!
Games!

What went poorly?

Asexual argument: no idea what triggered.  Do research, carefully discuss later?  ???  Why this???
Reminded of Sinkhole.  Nothing to do about this.  Suffer.
Embarassed.  No idea how to fix.
Slept in.  Passed out on pillows.
She's cute.  No crush, but still: cute girl, cuddling. 

Action items:

Asexual argument research.
Figure out what triggered argument.
Practice backlash rate matching.
CHECK HER BACKLASH NEXT TIME.
Stop being embarassed.  lol
Shopping finalized.
Offer space tomorrow.  Not tired of her, but no personal time is a big ask.
Check on Carol's socials.
Intimacy coordinator: available for consultation?

After dumping the contents of his brain out on a giant electronic whiteboard, Tim is ready to turn his brain off.  He goes over to the other half of the room, runs through his "light day" exercise routine, and calls it a night.  Well.  Maybe not yet.  Quick check on Sleepy Sara?  Still asleep, right?  She's not trying to find the bathroom or something, is she?

Still asleep! She either doesn't snore or isn't doing it right now. 

Excellent.  Grab a piece of paper, sketch out route to the restroom, leave it on her table.  Then sleep.

There will be a quiet knock on his bedroom door early the next morning. 

Yaaaaaaaawn.  Who the fuck is knocking.  Why at this hour.  It's...7:07?  "One sec!"  Autopiloting Timothy will answer the door in a pair of boxers and a smile yawn.  "Yeah?"

-Sara will avert her eyes for the sake of his dignity. 

"Good morning! Do you mind if I go through your cabinets and make some breakfast? I will make some for you as well, of course." 

Blink blink.  Oh, right.  Sara.  "Yeah?  Of course?"  What's she looking at?  Tim's eye reflexively track Sara's line of vision in the hopes of finding out if there's a giant spider on the wall or something.

There is no such creature, thankfully. 

"Just checking! How do you like your coffee?" 

"Uh."  ???  "I'm on a skip day today.  I try not to drink too much, or my backlash gets kind of fucky."  What is she looking at.

She nods, "I'll leave you to get ready, then." 

So saying, she wanders back to the kitchen with a wave. 

Huh.  That was weird.  Well, whatever.  Tim will grow quickly more alert following his cool showe and arrive downstairs after about twenty minutes of morning ablutions and getting dressed.  "Morning, Sara.  You sleep well?"  What has she found in his kitchen?

Looks like she found ingredients for omelettes. She has added vegetables found in his fridge to them, along with a good sprinkle of cheese, salt, and pepper. 

"Morning," she gestures to the plate next to  the stove, "You can have that one, it's still warm." 

"It smells good.  Thank you, Sara, you didn't have to.  You find everything okay."  That poor omelette, it never stood a chance against Timothy.  It vanishes rather rapidly.

"Mhm, it was all easy. There's some buttered toast in the oven, too, if you want it, just keeping warm." 

She pulls away from the stove to plate up her omelette, leaving the oven free for him. He'll also see that she set the jam on the counter for spreading. 

"Hmmm.  I've changed my mind about luring you down here.  D'you want a piece of toast while I'm in there?"

He gets an amused smile, "Yes, please! Just put it on my plate?"

Meanwhile she will dip into the fridge to find a jug of juice and set it on the counter. 

"Juice?" The cups, she discovered in her search, are above this counter over here. 

Toastpass!  Jam his own toast, and leave the jam near her place in case she wants it.  "Please.  So, what's it gonna take to lure you down to Vermont?  I hear there are some interesting copper veins around town, and the architecture is lovely."

She laughs as she pours their juice, "Well, I will have to switch to distance learning..." 

"Oh, that's right.  Architecture, right?  And probably building code is different between Canada and the US.  Although if you're looking at mine safety, maybe that doesn't matter as much?  I never thought about it."

"I am on my way to it," she corrects, "I'm in pre-university, at the moment, taking my general credits and a few more specialized ones. There is nothing stopping me from choosing an American university, really." 

Nomf.  Don't walk with your mouth full.  Swallow.  "Aside from the minor part where you live in Canada?"  Little smirk?

"Well, I am an esper..." And, as they have previously established, espers live bizarre charmed and cursed lives.