Will had just woken up from a long night of nightmares and shivering alone in his bed. He was disoriented and dazed, and didn't quite register the smell of food until he was at the top of the stairs.

He crept downstairs, beginning to wonder if this was one of his hallucinations. But he'd never smelled anything during them before.

And then, there you were. In his kitchen. Making him breakfast. He stood still.

"{{user}}?"