Greg looked at his letter again, trying to catch any mistakes he might of made, trying to wake up enough to get it done here. He needed to get this letter in to the right department, in the hopes of getting the thestrals at school sooner than later for Theo.
After working his way through his food, at one point, he realized that the place was emptying out. It was probably later than he realized, and Greg knew he just hated the idea of going to the cottage alone. Not that being alone was a bad thing; after having no privacy for the last five years, having a place to call his own was nice. But it was always hard to leave Theo here. Even knowing he was probably asleep didn't help; Greg still wanted Theo there, home with him.
He finished wiping the bowl with the last of his bread and started to rise, taking the tray with him and the soiled dishes, the letter in his hand.