Nathaniel clings and carries him down to the bed with him, wrapping around him like he has missed doing the last two nights. Or the last one night, if you still count this moment as night. Frantically he tries to remember, before falling back into sleep, that he is going to wake Anders with breakfast in bed. He can't have eaten sufficiently all this time.

Soft, warm, hazy, the heartbeat he loves against him, Nathaniel makes sure he keeps awake long enough for Anders to settle against him and fall asleep before he drifts off himself.

When he wakes, Anders is dead asleep. Nathaniel has to very delicately extract himself to avoid waking him. He tiptoes out to the cookfire, spoons groats into a bowl, takes a few thick slices of ham, fries a few eggs, makes toast, and snitches a pot of jam. There is hot coffee as well, and he pours a share of it for them both before sneaking back and setting the tray by the bed, leaning down to kiss Anders awake. He can go back to sleep after eating something, of course, but at the moment, the food is hot.