Dal was slow to eat his food, as usual. By the time he wrapped up what he'd have later, Gabriel was nodding off. After getting up, very carefully so as not to disturb Gabriel, to put their leftovers in the minifridge, Dal gave the agent a gentle nudge. He could've just draped the blanket over him, but that didn't look like a very comfortable way to sleep.

"Hey," he prodded gently. "Go to bed. In the bed." Dal still wanted a shower and to brush his teeth. And he could crash on the couch. That would be fine. It looks pretty comfortable and Dal's used to not always being comfortable when he sleeps.