I walked in and there was no one else there so I said “Hey, looks like I get you all to myself today.”
He didn’t respond. I didn’t expect him to.
I talked to him for a minute about what I had done that day.
I looked around and saw a copy of Better Homes and Gardens. It was better than nothing, and I told him so. He seemed nonplussed at the absolute best.
I flipped through a few articles before settling on one about a loft redecoration. I read about half of it to him before getting disgusted with the color choices. He looked bored. So I closed the magazine and yammered away at him some more.
After about an hour, there was not much else to tell him. So I kissed him on the forehead and went home.
The machines sighed louder as I left than he did.