It's hard (ha) to handle, of course; for a normal teenage boy like Cheren, it might have been too much. Hell, even for Cheren it is too much — but Homura, for her part, has been through much worse before.
Cheren knows surreal is something you get used to, knows for a fact, knows from experience that it is something he can get used to.
So after a long while of sitting still on the floor of the shower stall, detachedly analyzing how the icy water feels like it's biting at his hot skin as it rinses away his sticky mess, eventually, he sighs, pulls himself to his feet and turns off the shower. He balls up his soiled bedsheets real tight before dumping them in the Pokémon Center laundry basket, and tries not to be pissed off at the nurse's obvious amusement. He's only a normal, healthy young man like any other; it just so happens that the girl he dreams of is magical. Small differences.
It's not like the nurse knows of his particular circumstances, anyway, and it is easy to ignore the little voice in his head calling him a repressed lesbian, laughing hysterically and sounding a lot like Touko in the process.
As a matter of fact, the voice also sounds a lot like Sakura Kyouko, actually, which is more than a little ridiculous and almost laughable in a terrible, pot-kettle manner —
The realization is like a slap in Cheren's face.
That's opening an entire different can of worms altogether.
