When Andy entered the bathroom Noir was already there, offering a nod in acknowledgement and not much else.
“Mornin’,” he offered cheerily before beginning to divest himself of his own clothes. He would’ve said something else but a glance told him Noir was somewhere off in his own head or something, so maybe he should save that for later. He did chance one more glance over before hopping under the shower’s spray though (sue him, looking didn’t cost anything). There might be some embarrassing squeaking involved before he managed to get the damned shower to offer up hot water instead of cold but nobody had to know that, right?
“So, are you up for breakfast and scintillating conversation now?” he asked once they were both showered and dressed “Or are you the Don’t speak to me until I’ve had my coffee kind of guy? Because that would be completely okay, you can just grunt and nod grumpily and I’ll take it as a yes and shut my mouth … probably.” He grinned.
