"To think, I survived a whole week or more without you and your crazy hours. How'd I ever manage?" This question is accompanied by a yawn.
Anyway, clothing Sean can replace pretty easily. Alex he can't. The shirt, therefore, is a welcome casualty, just as the orange juice is a welcome addition to his breakfast. His mumbled "thanks" against the rim of the glass should really speak to as much.
Nice as it is to have that added point of familiarity and resulting security, Sean still has to be almost finished with his meal before he's awake enough to actually say much else without worrying about making absolutely no sense whatsoever. This could be a worry brought on by simply being himself as he exists on any given day or possibly by the fact that a tired Sean is far more likely to devolve into the verbal equivalent of a keyboard smash. When he does speak again, however, he sounds both conscious and matter-of-fact. "Just so you know, unless we come to find out this whole family breakfast thing is happening in a Last Supper sort of way, there is some serious midnight snacking in our near future. Consider yourself warned."