This, he can agree on. They've barely done all that much travelling and he feels like lead. It has far more to do with the mental than the physical.

Lemm gives an uneven little wave of his hand. "Aye, aye. Not trying to get into it... I'm just saying, that makes two of us."

He registers he's looking at the radishes again when he catches himself zoning out. Maybe it's time he went home and did food. Proper food, instead of grazing on preserves at his desk between translation projects. Might make a change... Didn't he tell himself that last time?

It's just - despite everything that's happened and the concern of overstaying his welcome, Lemm finds himself reluctant to leave.

"One of these days we'll manage to meet without it turning into a theatre production," he mutters. "Looking forward to that." Half a joke, but only half.