He was looking in the cabinets, trying to work out something to fix for breakfast since the two of them were obviously going to remain preoccupied, but apparently hadn't felt quite up to the task. By the time York came around he was standing in front of an open cabinet with his eyes squeezed shut, with the hopes that when he opened them his head would hurt less and he would feel a little more steady on his feet.

As soon as he heard York enter he turned, closing the cabinet and sniffling sort of self-consciously. "I was going to try and work up some kind of breakfast."