Harry was asleep almost on command. in the morning harry was gone from the bed, the space next to Gabriel was cold, but the smell of food was filtering though the house. harry was cooking, and from the smells he had been for a while. when Gabriel went downstairs he would see a large pile of eggs, several breakfast pastries, a large pile of sausage links and bacon strips, and harry was already whipping up something else, a smear of flour on his cheek a look of calm contentment on his face. it wasn't the same sort of joy he had when he was flying, but it was clear that cooking calmed him, made him feel safe and secure. "morning." harry chirped once he finally noticed Gabriel, offering him a sheepish grin. "sorry.. i, just...needed to cook something." he looked back down at the bowl in his hand, still stirring, nightmares always drove him to cook, he could only be glad that his nightmares hadn't woken Gabriel.