He's not going anywhere, though he does think he should try and tame his hair a little. Slicking a little saliva on his palm, he tries to make his sticking-up hair behave as he yawns deeply and wanders to the counter to sit on it, slouched over. "And how long is this coffee of yours going to last?" he wonders.

If everyone smells it the same as him, then he imagines that it won't be very long at all before it's all gone.