He'd insult them usually. It'd be too easy to pretend it's fine now. Friendly jabs. ...Lemm does not have any friends. His head still hurts.

"No," he murmurs, trailing to them and placing a hand on their shoulder. Tidying this would be a penance and he doesn't... want that. "No. I've a better job for you. More important."

He reaches, then hovers. He'd like to pick them up. "Very important." Lemm is counting on them being tired enough. Maybe not.