The Relic Seeker, for all he knows about the finer nuances of reliquary restoration and study, has no such grasp on navigating the difficult terrain of interpersonal interaction.
Which is really just a long-winded way of saying he is socially challenged.
Lemm rests his elbows on the desk and folds his hands together first one way and then the other. Fidgets a bit with his fingers.
"Back after all this time," he grinds out eventually, "and I found you alone by your own memorial with a blunted nail. What an unpleasant little picture we've painted for you." He's Lemm. He's not going to stop being abrasive. But: "Well, that you're back at all tells me your work is done, whatever it was. Stay out of the rain."
It's killing him not to probe for more information. But that somehow feels like it would be cruel on purpose, which is not something he's interested in. So he's bungled his chance, as far as he's concerned - and as much as he'll be kicking himself for it after the Hollow Knight is gone.
Lemm stands, fetches the journal he'd been working on before he stepped outside, and returns it to his desk. He sets back to work in silence, as if the Hollow Knight isn't looming large in his shop at all.
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Date: 2020-08-25 06:32 pm (UTC)Which is really just a long-winded way of saying he is socially challenged.
Lemm rests his elbows on the desk and folds his hands together first one way and then the other. Fidgets a bit with his fingers.
"Back after all this time," he grinds out eventually, "and I found you alone by your own memorial with a blunted nail. What an unpleasant little picture we've painted for you." He's Lemm. He's not going to stop being abrasive. But: "Well, that you're back at all tells me your work is done, whatever it was. Stay out of the rain."
It's killing him not to probe for more information. But that somehow feels like it would be cruel on purpose, which is not something he's interested in. So he's bungled his chance, as far as he's concerned - and as much as he'll be kicking himself for it after the Hollow Knight is gone.
Lemm stands, fetches the journal he'd been working on before he stepped outside, and returns it to his desk. He sets back to work in silence, as if the Hollow Knight isn't looming large in his shop at all.