"Don't mention it," he says passively, much like earlier.
He follows their gesture and doesn't seem to have any good response to it. Whatever is going on internally is rarely the business of anyone else standing in his shop, and he's very good at making sure it stays that way.
Only -
"You could -"
Lemm abruptly stops and shakes his head, tearing his gaze away from the curtained back room and reaching up to scratch restlessly at the fluff around his shoulders.
"It was nice," he re-reads their words out loud, in a way that could be read as sarcastic (but isn't) - because the only way they'll come out is if they feel like they're someone else's. With a herculean effort at finality: "I'd better not find you in a puddle out in the rain."
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He follows their gesture and doesn't seem to have any good response to it. Whatever is going on internally is rarely the business of anyone else standing in his shop, and he's very good at making sure it stays that way.
Only -
"You could -"
Lemm abruptly stops and shakes his head, tearing his gaze away from the curtained back room and reaching up to scratch restlessly at the fluff around his shoulders.
"It was nice," he re-reads their words out loud, in a way that could be read as sarcastic (but isn't) - because the only way they'll come out is if they feel like they're someone else's. With a herculean effort at finality: "I'd better not find you in a puddle out in the rain."