[ Barefoot, Enjolras padded over to the fridge. Not because he'd been directed- no, but because it held his second favourite beverage next to coffee. Tired as he was, he had to lean in towards the fridge to properly make out the small font upon the fridge magnets, his vision still fuzzy with fought for (and interrupted) sleep. He mumbled the words aloud as he read them, before casting a glance over his shoulder into the vicinity he thought 'R' might be.

He had no idea, really. But he glanced, all the same. ]

That's what you woke me up for? [ He asked irritably, unable to stifle his yawn as he groaned, forehead listing to bump into the fridge as his eyes drooped once more. He looked almost as though he could have fallen back asleep just like that, listing against the fridge with his eyes closed. But he sighed, leaning back and away to haul the fridge door open, reaching for the carton of milk and bringing it up to his lips, taking several large gulps before sighing, and moving to sit at the kitchen table, carton still grasped in hand. ] It's rather... morbid for breakfast conversation. And it overlooks the fact that there are plenty of good things to look forward to in life, as well.

[ He waved his carton of milk into the empty air, as if to emphasize his point, before bringing it back to his lips to drink a little more. Who needed cups, anyway? ]