He was looking through the bag carefully when he heard the man coming down the stairs. He'd found a few more clothes and other snacks and some general things like an extra toothbrush… stuff that he hadn't been able to just easily come by in awhile. When he heard the other moving about though he stuffed everything away… and then felt like an idiot for doing so as he highly doubted the man was going to take the items from him after leaving the bag for him.<br/><br/>He also stayed quiet as the other headed towards the kitchen, but he tensed when he could smell booze… he was always nervous around drunks after a couple unpleasant encounters. But it seemed he was ignored so he was planning to lay back down just to avoid interaction until he heard a loud noise and the sound of something breaking. The red head jumped up, heart racing and eyes wide, but he didn't hear any yelling so he decided it probably was an accident… hopefully.<br/><br/>He then heard a thud and finally decided to slowly creep closer, peeking into the kitchen and seeing the man on the ground and most definitely having trouble cleaning up the mess. "Drunkard…" He muttered softly, though he wasn't sure if he would have been able to smell it as a human. Still, he glanced around and eventually saw a broom and dust pan, though he clearly was too nervous to get any closer to the man at the moment.<br/><br/>"Just move…" He told him, motioning for the man to just leave the mess on the floor before he carefully crept into the kitchen and got the broom. He hardly ever took his eyes off the other as he did, and eventually he swept the pieces all into a pile, careful not to step on any with his still bare feet. However, once that was done he was soon back out of the kitchen, turning to look back at the man as though annoyed about being disturbed before returning to the couch and sipping in the corner. He just wanted the man to go back upstairs where he was far less frightening.