[They've both laid themselves out on this app now, and Haruka is... maybe a little more impulsive than he should be with this. He's largely kept his head even when it's been filled with everything that he couldn't imagine even in his wildest dreams or nightmares; and then some of the most bizarre pop quizzes he's ever seen; but there's a constant. He's bad at sitting back.

There's a pause for thought, then:]

... okay. contact me here, and we'll arrange something outside of the app.

[That seems safest, and more efficient than swimming against the understandable chaos going on right now. Sent with the message is his personal e-mail address. In for a penny, in for a pound.]