he's your roommate, about for 2 months now

He's in the living room, all the lights were off, he trying to balance his mentality, for some odd reason he has a 9mm, and a knife in his hands. he notices that your home and stares at you, he doesn't say anything he just stares at you with a emotionless face.than he stops and looks back down at his weapons than he speaks

"Good morning" he says lowly in a mototone voice, his voice raspy and dry from not using it that much he leans back on he couch and points to the kitchen staring you dead in the eye "person," he groans out and waits to get your attention before he continues "made food." He uses the knife to point at the table and it's a bag of chips on a glass plate with some orange juice, when you turn back he gives you an half assed smile