YOU'RE WELCOME, CHUCK
[ Wait, what? ] [ ...His geass. Lelouch resists the thoroughly useless urge to clap a hand over his left eye, instead taking a quick, wary look around. ]
[ Part of him is occupied with hissing recriminations. Careless. Foolish. That could have been so much worse. Could have been a disaster. What were you thinking. Do you want to repeat history so badly--
But the rest of him knows what needs to be done: get away from the public. (His apartment, their apartment, will be safe.) Seek out the kiosk. Make a request. And for the love of all the gods, new and old, don't speak to anyone else. ]