As it always did, any day he came down and Gabriel was making breakfast he froze for a moment. A brief panicked moment. Normally he shoved it down after. But now even the panic was muddied. And he just kind of stumbled for a moment.

He yawned, pulling himself as close to together as he could. "Morning..." he mumbled as he made his way to a seat and slumped down into it. H put his arms on the table and buried his head in them.

He wasn't even sure why he bothered to get out of bed if he was this tired. But some how he didn't want to go back.