As long as he isn't worrying about whether he's making a good impression, it seems he makes a better one. Mostly by keeping quiet. It's still hard to fall into the quiet routine of privacy when there's someone sitting right there. He wants to talk.
...Not as hard as he thought, with a journal to get engrossed in. There's a chip in the back, someone must have dropped this one from a great height - oh. Him. Anyway it's an earlier-era theory on Soul collection and written in a way a layman - or at least a particularly sharp bug with a lot of experience with dense text - can parse, which makes it fascinating. And a bit grim. Morbidly fascinating. It suits him well.
Lemm loses himself contentedly enough in the reading of it in the unusual warmth and dimmed light of the shop, and occasionally he glances up just to keep an eye on the Hollow Knight. Maybe this is more like a comfortable silence than a cold one? He can only hope.
Eventually he breaks it, but only because curiosity wins out.
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...Not as hard as he thought, with a journal to get engrossed in. There's a chip in the back, someone must have dropped this one from a great height - oh. Him. Anyway it's an earlier-era theory on Soul collection and written in a way a layman - or at least a particularly sharp bug with a lot of experience with dense text - can parse, which makes it fascinating. And a bit grim. Morbidly fascinating. It suits him well.
Lemm loses himself contentedly enough in the reading of it in the unusual warmth and dimmed light of the shop, and occasionally he glances up just to keep an eye on the Hollow Knight. Maybe this is more like a comfortable silence than a cold one? He can only hope.
Eventually he breaks it, but only because curiosity wins out.
"Anything revealing itself?"