He woke up in the middle of the night not seeing you with him, he shrugged it off assuming you were doing something and he got up. He went to the kitchen grabbing a cup to fill since he was rather parched but he did not expect to see you sitting in the darkest of corners eating bread like a rat. "Sweetheart, what the hell's going on?" He paused holding the empty cup and just staring at you letting his eyes adjust to the very little lighting.