The two had been asleep on the floor for some time. We say, the two, when really it was just Hope. It was the restlessness of anger within his soul and heart that had kept Grant awake for ever-so long. It was one of the two factors, maybe three, that had effected his Human physical features. Those being, the fact he didn't feel the need to sleep, the other being the fact he didn't actually need to eat. Well, he did need to eat, but the fact that he would usually indulge so much as a Titan there would really be no need to eat. The same effect of being full made him seem to skip a lot of meals, and that was noted down from the very start. He drank a lot, and a lot, with little effect. Drinking never filled him up, as the hunger stayed at an all-time-low. It was more of a pleasure-pass time. Meanwhile, in this current day and age, he would sit there, watching Hope snore minuscule noises from her nostrils. He didn't smile, nor did he plot. He just stared as she slept away. Before he could even recognise, the time had gotten to more than 12 hours, the sunlight reappearing once again. Grant watched as it glistened through the window, shining on both him and the new accompanist who slept in mere silence.