"Hmm," he shifted and moved around a little bit when she got up. It was pretty much the first time he actually moved all night. Wasn't sure when he actually fell asleep, but he knew she knocked out before him. Must have been something he said. Rubbing the back of his head, he sat up a little and watched her go before finally lifting himself out of the tub. He turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face. Frowning, he looked toward the door when he heard her in the kitchen. He turned off the sink and headed out to where she was.
The thought of her grabbing all of his silverware and blender crossed his mind. Not the blender. He liked the blender. And the toaster. Actually, he liked everything that went in the kitchen and he was about to put the smackdown on that whole situation until he saw her ... making coffee.
Walking up, he leaned against the counter and watched her.
"How are you feelin'?" He asked and looked around. Nothing was missing. Everything was in its place and she was ... making coffee. He was confused.