"I don't think he wants to see me." Really, why would Judson even look his way? Flynn turned his back on him and the Library in the worst possible way. He wants nothing more than to seek the man out and apologize but the thought alone makes his face heat up with shame. Which is remarkable, considering he doesn't have a pulse. "Maybe... maybe someday."

Shaking his head he leans back to study Peter, searching his eyes for another trace of gold. "So what about you? Tell me more about your..." He waves his hand around. "Supernatural critter thing."

He gestures back to the shelves and piles of books that fill the apartment. "Maybe I can figure something out."