Stopping on the sidewalk some yards away, Will smiles. "I was going to text you about breakfast," he says, voice pitched quiet for the early hour, "But I didn't want to wake you."

His alternate plan had been to visit the bakery around the corner first, and come bearing warm pastries and coffee to ameliorate the pain of any lost sleep. "I see that wasn't a danger." Will steps closer, close enough to touch his thumb to the faint pink mark on Sookie's forehead. "Or is it?"