You're going back to the Guild headquarters after a successful mission, and walking through the doors, you see a familiar man, sitting in a chair. He looks like he's got not a problem in the world. No thoughts. No troubles. Just sit. His head is empty.

Lovecraft is sitting in the chair, just chilling with his tentacle hands. Probably counting the grains of wood in the wall, or spacing out into his head. Just sitting there with empty brain.