"That's good," he nods a little. He wonders if there was a connection to it all, somehow. The food shortage, the invisible monster, the deaths... There doesn't seem to be any kind of connection that would make very much sense, though. He snorts softly at the cat food comment, not sure if that was a joke or not, to be honest.

He nods a bit at the invitation to the fridge, "Thanks." he might take him up on that, maybe not. He's not particularly hungry, but he tries to keep mind of when he last ate so he can at least keep himself fed based on necessity, if not for desire.

"He didn't say so, but I don't think he really wanted me to leave. I mean- I'll be back, he knows that. But..." He shrugs and flicks ashes into the bottle that's been turned into an ashtray. His voice drops to a soft mumble. "He just watched me get ripped to shreds... I don't think he's much of a fan of letting me out of his sight right now." He tilts his head back and take another long drag from his cigarette. "He trusts you guys, so it's not anything like that, it's just--" He waves the hand with the cigarette vaguely. "Five's spent so long trying to get back to the rest of us, and shit keeps going wrong every time he gets us." Not just here, back home, too.