"Turned out okay?"

"Yeah."  Munch munch.  "What was your guess about when I got up?"

"I figured you were probably just up to pee and couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes at the outside."

"It was supposed to be that but he got distracted."  ...Ooh, he could be having this French toast à la mode.  With the Half Baked.  To the freezer!

There is indeed a pint of Half Baked in there. More than Half of it, even.

"What by?" Haru asks. "Do you want a second slice of this?"

"My eyes again, and yes please."  Wow, having Haru behind him is so much scarier than him being where he can see him; he checks over his shoulder like six times in the course of obtaining the ice cream.

Plop goes a second slice on a plate for him. Haru puts the third slice onto a new plate for himself, turns the stove off, slaps a pat of butter on top of his toast, and sits down to eat - after a bit of dithering he goes with the chair across from Julien('s backlash).

"Thanks again," he says through a mouthful of (delicious, indulgent) breakfast.  "....I'll come back over to you in a while, willingly.  For the record.  I just think I deserve to have more than zero positive experiences before I stop existing again."

"If French toast and ice cream are what you want out of life that is easily accomplished."

".....Hm.  I think - I also want.... a name."

"...are you asking me to name you or just thinking out loud?"

"The latter.  I'll mull on it."

"Okay."

Haru dishwashers his plate and goes to sit on the couch.

This entire tub of ice cream is going to disappear.  Julien can buy the Swans a replacement later if he wants to!

No comment. Haru keeps an eye on him between paragraphs of Les Mis.

One of the page turns warrants a really quite violent flinch, apparently, but mostly he's just hanging out in the kitchen, doing nothing of particular note.

"- you okay?" about the flinch.

"...I mean, I am still very afraid about the fact that you want me dead, but I'm mostly trying not to let it bother me?"

"I meant because you twitched when I turned the page, did I somehow turn the page in a startling way or was that a coincidence."

"I mean, I - thought you were trying to come closer to me.  For a second."

"Nope. You came over of your own accord last time and said you were gonna this time. I'm not in a hurry."

"Yeah.  Yeah, thank you.  You're - very reasonable for someone who wants me dead."

"I'll put that on my business cards, shall I."

"Ha."

...yeah he's not sure why he thought that'd go over. He shrugs and returns to his book.