It's pretty late in the day before Leonard wakes up again. Over a day with no sleep to really speak of makes for a very tired thief. But Mick making breakfast--no, the time of day nor the food actually involved matters, if it's the first time he's eaten all day, it's breakfast, thanks--will pretty much always do the trick. Things are considerably lighter than they were the night before, even if there's still a sticky feeling in the background that they're all still trying to shake.

Once that's over, he takes to his corner in the couch, legs curled to one side next to him, back firmly in the corner of the couch, flipping channels on the tv. He doesn't plan on doing anything today that can't fall into the 'take it easy' category, if he can help it. He can't function on that much emotional upheaval in a twenty-four hour span.