[ For once, he doesn't comment on much. There's a lot to take in, but more than that the feeling of coziness is both somewhat unsettling and very relaxing. He doesn't know what to do with that, or the consideration to his schedule that they might not match up and he doesn't have to. That's new and strange and he might just wake up with the sun instead of whenever he might hear her around the house, and he'll deal with that when it happens.
For now he settles into the room and putters about, phone clutched to his chest until he can't take it anymore and sits down. Starts to pour over previous conversations where he can until he's distracted by an accidental command and finds how to really explore the internet. It's like a wikipedia binge gone wrong as he takes in plenty of things he has absolutely no context for and it's probably one of the best things that's ever happened to him. He isn't sure how to keep track of the time like this, so even though he's completely sunk into everything the phone reads to him, he gets up, hovers near the door and glances down the hallway to see if she's looking for him or needs him.
He'll do that until it just feels late enough to start for dinner (closer to five than six, admittedly) and wanders back into the living room. Phone held to his chest like some kind of lifeline now that it basically holds the world for him. ]
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For now he settles into the room and putters about, phone clutched to his chest until he can't take it anymore and sits down. Starts to pour over previous conversations where he can until he's distracted by an accidental command and finds how to really explore the internet. It's like a wikipedia binge gone wrong as he takes in plenty of things he has absolutely no context for and it's probably one of the best things that's ever happened to him. He isn't sure how to keep track of the time like this, so even though he's completely sunk into everything the phone reads to him, he gets up, hovers near the door and glances down the hallway to see if she's looking for him or needs him.
He'll do that until it just feels late enough to start for dinner (closer to five than six, admittedly) and wanders back into the living room. Phone held to his chest like some kind of lifeline now that it basically holds the world for him. ]
Uh... what time is it?