He continued to rest while his love set about bringing him nourishment. when the food and water arrived, he slowly sat up, his back against the couch, and he smiled at her. No words of thanks, but that smile of his, warm and expressive, said more than mere words could. In a way, too, he was trying to silently tell her that everything was alright. They could make this work. He wasn't going to just give up, no matter how difficult things became.<br/><br/>He took the time to eat his fill, and drink the water copiously. He watched as they retired to their rooms. eventually, he would get up, clean up what little mess he made from eating, then go to the bathroom for two reasons. The first was pesky human things; the other was to take a nice, long, relaxing, hot bath.<br/><br/>He'd wind up staying up through the morning, doing laundry, cleaning stuff, making himself a genuine meal from chicken--a nice, lean protein--and a nice assortment of vegetables. Everything carefully balanced for optimal nutrition. In fact, one could definitely say his almost obsession with nutrition is precisely why his blood is so rich, so flavorful, and so nourishing.<br/><br/>And finally, some time around mid afternoon, he would finally allow himself to get some sleep. In fact, when Cass and Erica awoke, he will almost certainly be slumbering quietly in the guest room Cass had allowed him to use. It took an amazing amount of willpower for him to power through the day until then, but he paid close attention to the time, and when dusk was.  He was going to make a new sleep schedule for himself, so that he could be up all night, and then active during the morning and noon time of the day.