Aerin gave a curious look at the old looking watch, as if slightly entranced by it when the glimmer caught his eye, but it passed quickly as he came back to his senses. Strangely enough he followed along without shoes. “Oh a writer eh? What sort of stuff do you like to write. Novels, reporting, academic?” he asked curiously as he moved over to the truck. “I actually like reading all sorts of things.” 

He'd handle whatever Atticus handed to him without much effort unless it was something truly heavy, but he did take an interested look into the back of the truck just to see what sort of stuff his new roommate was bringing, though he just expected more boxes. Despite his strict privacy policies he was a bit nosy.