"Well, then, I guess you're in a predicament," Tannusen rests his chin on the back of his good hand, elbow on the table, his uninjured fingers still holding onto his Genessia phone, "because that's what hanging out with me entails. Or, you could choose not to. I suppose I could find you a different guardian, too, so there's a third option for you."

Sleep, Tannusen, or mystery person.

The decision making is only getting more complex as time goes on!