He stretched out, arching against Jack as arms tightened around him, a yawn muffed against his shoulder. Face even buried against the side of his neck for a moment as snakes hissed softly, relaxing once against for a minute or two, almost as if he'd fallen back asleep just like that.

"How late in the morning is it?" Voice muffled, Gabriel not bothering to unbury his face to speak.

Far too comfortable, and perhaps still tired enough and warm enough that he didn't really want to move just yet. Not if it could be helped.