Erik was off to the side by the closet. Very quietly working out so he didn't wake his host. He wasn't entirely sure how he ended up here. Or why he had been snuggling somebody...yet for once...he wasn't haunted all night by nightmares. He actually got sleep. He was slowly doing his seventh sit up and was lost in thought. His nose caught the scent of the most delicious breakfast he had ever smelt. His stomach in turn let out a very loud growl of hunger. He finished his fifteenth sit up when he heard his name called. Blinking a bit. So it wasn't just a strange dream. Now he was curious as to how he had ended up from truck to the bed to begin with. He couldn't be tht light. Could he? He was actually a lot lighter than he thought he was.<br/><br/>His stomach snapped him out of his thoughts. He stood up and stretched. His hair a bit of a mess until he messed with it. It mostly fell back into place. Some of it near the front sticking up on end. He didn't really bother to fix it anymore. Following his nose and his stomach, quite literally, until he came into the kitchen. Rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes even though he was still kinda tired. He looked at the man then to the food. Then back to the man. Blinking a bit. He pulled out the chair and sat down. "Looks awesome. Thanks." he said softly. His voice seemed a bit lighter. Not exactly full of life but since he wasn't feeling as heavily weighed down by pain, at least while interacting with his kindred spirit friend, he was a bit more lively.<br/><br/>He put a lot of sugar and creamer in his coffee. He looked at the food again. He then began to eat. First the homemade hash browns. "Wow...this is the best hash browns I ever had." he said honestly. They were soon gone and he debated between omelet and the canadian bacon. The meat won out and he cut a small piece of it and started chewing it. He was quite happy. His wolf was wagging its tail again. He looked at Hayden. "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night." he said. He hadn't intended to do that. He felt...kinda embaressed. Inside he blinked. He felt? That was a new one. It honestly was. He didn't feel like talking about pain. Sure he'd say more of his poems until he ran out of those but he could start making new ones now. New ones not involving so much pain.<br/><br/>He continued eating the best breakfast he had ever had. He then began to drink down the coffee. It was made just right compared to the coffee from earlier that day. Or was it the night before. He wasn't sure what to say so he didn't say anything. He finished eating and stood up. He began to wash the dishes in the sink. Even the ones that weren't his plate. He looked at Hayden. "Got plans?" he asked. Scrubbing the dishes until they shined. He wondered what he was going to do. Then blinked. Crap. He didn't have anything clean to wear here. Not that he had that many options anyways but still.