Persevere. Togusa nods at that word in particular. He knows. He thought he was better at it than this. It’s just a slip, one nobody but Fynn needs to know about, because he didn’t do anything stupid.

“Still- learning to control it,” Togusa admits. “A few more accidental messages or pictures. People are getting used to it.” He waves a hand in front of his face, indicating something in his vision. “If I’m online, anything people post shows up right here. Figuring out how to get rid of it.” It’s been irritating and amusing in turn.

“I’m trying not to worry that it’s not going to stop here.”