[Harlan laughs. Well, shit, he feels a little bad now. Really, he should've expected this response out of him. That's what he gets for trying to babysit before the coffee kicked in.]

I was messing with you. I can't actually make it disappear. [...Well.] Not like that, anyway. But I can do this.

[He leans over to tap the phone. When he does, it starts to fix itself. The cracks seal, the screen clears up. It's as good as new after a few moments.]

See? All better. The fire was me, too. [A small blue flame ignites at the top of the phone, but it doesn't do any damage this time. It's not even hot. Yay, illusions.]