I will make you some shelves. [honestly this is how he shows affection, making Things. he's perfect up at the thought.] I have some sturdy scrap perfect for the job.

[he just needs to get some welding tools settled, maybe find a chair? libraries needed proper chairs, didn't they? that shouldn't be too hard, maybe actually buy one instead of make because he isn't sure how good he'd be at making something comfortable.

the bump makes him chuckle, glancing over with a fondness he doesn't bother to hide.] I think I'll manage the shame of it, somehow. [a pause and he admits,] I suppose we should get heading back before we're shooed away for loitering. This was... fun though. A well done celebration, I think.