He knew they were watching.
So he killed the light.
Now all they had was the reflection of their own hiding place—trapped in the glass where he used to be.
He wasn’t doing anything illicit. Hell, he wasn’t even doing anything interesting.
But if they wanted to play this game, he might as well let them think he was up to something.
He flossed his teeth in the dark. Found his way to bed.
Tomorrow would be chaos.