He took another small mouthful to chew on but agreed that forcing it was probably going to be a bad idea for them both. He didn't want to wake Gabriel up by puking on the man after all. He had a small smile at the suggestion as he put the pack of stew aside. "Sounds wholesome. I can't wait." He definitely could. Talking about food was not high on his list despite how much they did right now, mostly encouraging each other to put calories away.

He leaned back against their shelter 'wall', making himself comfortable with Gabe in his lap. One hand remained gently stroking Gabe's scalp rhythmically while the other moved in to stroke fingers up and down the older man's neck, soothing for sleep.

"You're fussing instead of sleeping," he murmured softly.