[Gallagher]

The first knock did little more than make Gabriel curl up that much more into himself, his brows furrowing to match. He clung to the darkness behind his lids, but when the second attempt at knocking sounded, he knew it was useless. With a groan, he pushed himself up to sit, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath before blinking down at the floor, and finally standing the rest of the way.

When his legs didn't immediately give out, he yawned, his feet dragging as he moved over to the single chair in the room, on which his worn brown robe rested. In nothing but his short, drawn up braies, there was little to cover his thin form; even at first glance, it was clear Gabe was a man that had gotten by with much too little food for far too long. The fact that his inky hair was irredeemably messed, sticking out in odd ways on only one side, didn't help his look whatsoever. He was too tired to care. Or, too tired to notice in the first place.

Gabriel grabbed up his robe, already moving to the door as he fumbled to try and find the bottom edge of it. He gave up on his efforts quickly enough, deciding that actually answering his visitor was more important than covering himself beforehand. As soon as the door was opened and forest eyes were blinking up at his host's heavily shadowed face, he resumed his fumbling with the cloth. "G'mornin'. Wha's all this?"