Gerard's ears prick up at hearing her door open, and his left hand raises in a lazy wave, "Morning Eliza! Milk in the fridge, coffee is almost ready. How'd you sleep?"<br/><br/>He leans up into a sitting position on the couch, ignoring the cartoon antics on the screen. His amber eyes focus on her shirt, and his mouth opens to say something, but he instead closes it, shaking his head. The young man stands from the couch and shambles over to the small table, clearing the newspaper off before pulling out a chair and sitting down. He leans back in his chair, once again causing it to groan, and presses his feet against the column right under the table. His eyes steadily watch Eliza with brotherly love and concern, barely hidden behind the false front of a happy morning.<br/><br/>"Today is going to be a hot one. I was thinking that we could run to the store and pick up some food before coming home and watching tv. Or, you know, we could head to the river. Whatever you want to do." He smiles, "Just as long as it doesn't end up with me in cuffs." Gerard chuckles at his own joke, before realizing too late that it might set Eliza off.<br/><br/>He raises his hands to quell the impending fight, PTSD from the night before hitting him hard, "Relax, I was joking. I was just trying to lighten the mood. Honestly, what do you want to do today? I'm down for a little bit of an adventure." His teeth flash in a smile, those pearly whites shine for a quick moment before they are covered again by his lips.