He shakes his head curtly. No elaboration, thank you. He's - that's - he has to sort that out himself, first. He told himself he was making it up on the spot, but there could be a lick of truth to it...

Not theirs to know right now. Lemm moves on.

Made you sit on a cold counter enough times. Don't know how long I'll stay besides. Your home; don't concern yourself. He does pause, vaguely aware of the catalyst for all of this sleeping quietly on the other side of the room. Tired?