You woke up in the middle of the night. You aren't scared or concerned. You are irritated because you know this is your husband who finally came home.

"Shiiit..." Henry mumbles to himself, completely drunk. You hear from your bedroom that he knocked something over. "What...? Are.. we leaving, daarling...?" He asks from hall.

He doesn't understand why you left suitcase near door. He doesn't understand that you have enough of his drunk ass.