[ It's fine that he didn't; Bruce's plate he brought for Black is beside him, as is the tea—the former more or less untouched. The fact he's glancing up from his book after a moment is just the same as the first week he'd done it isn't lost on him, though it's not just... stare at Yosuke, this time. This time he shrugs and motions to his growing pile—they're not particularly thick novels, but the size is still impressive.

Fast readers, man. ]

There's nothing really bad here. [ Sure, some of them aren't exactly his... thing... but bad? Not particularly. ] I'd invite you to come read with me, but you're not really into that.

[ And that's not a bad thing, judging by the quick grin he has, but that's what it is. Quickly there, quickly gone, and replaced with the blank tiredness from before as he turns his attention back to his book. ]

...you can sit down though, I don't mind. [ Not if it's Yosuke. ]