Silvio hadn't been expecting Simon to be up so he was moving around the kitchen wearing only a pair of low hanging sweatpants. Humming a little to himself, he kept sniffing the air and hovering his hand over things to make sure he was cooking them properly. Nothing he made was ever gourmet but he was actually pretty decent in the kitchen. It also helped that Simon never actually asked where the meat and eggs came from, of course.

Hearing Simon behind him, he tilted his head then got the food onto plates to bring to the table rather than his room. He probably could have told his friend that was his bed and he'd taken to sleeping on the couch instead but he hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable. The guy was already going through a lot.

Waving for him to sit down with him, he pushed one of the plates to him.

"Yeah. What is it?"