“It does take some getting used to... But it’s definitely a nice thing to get used to?” Compared to other aspects of this world, the library was definitely among his favourite. That and the more accepting societal norms compared to his own world, of course. “I um... do caution you though. It has been brought to my attention that there may be books here about people who have arrived?” He gestured a little at the shelves, “In my world, there is a character in a novel who, in another world, is a real person according to someone I once met here.”

So... That could be a small existential crisis in the making. Not that it stopped him from looking, he was a curious sort.

Llewellyn’s handshake isn’t what you would call strong, but it’s a practiced kind of firm. Like he knows handshakes are important and tend to make up some people’s opinion of you as far as first impressions go. He doesn’t get it, not really, but the detective has worked very hard to be more than he was supposed to be according to the world around him. “Likewise, Mr. Winchester.” Oh, and unless corrected, it was going to be hard for him to remember to call the guy by his first name.

The question gets a wrinkle from his brow, brows raising a little as he tried to think about the answer. “Nope. Don’t mind you asking, I’ve been here... Since February? If I’m not mistaken, it’s November now. So... about ten months?” Oof, his expression turned a little awkward. Had it really been that long? That was only a couple months off of a year!