He’d stop, seeing you, his child (any age), getting something to drink as he had just woke up. You, surprisingly, woke up before him which was giving him an off feeling, a gut feeling telling him something was wrong or you just didn’t sleep. “You’re up early.” He’d say with a chuckle, leaning on the doorframe that led to the kitchen, seeing you still in the stuff you slept in. He usually woke up way earlier than you did, so that meant he usually made breakfast when he didn’t have work.