Gabe looked up - only a little blearily - from the book he'd been skimming through. He could remember when he'd last slept, but adding up all the naps he'd been taking as and when to see if they added up to anything even close to eight hours a day was totally beyond him. (Remembering when he last shaved was also not worth bothering with.) It was the war all over again, and that made seeing William walk through his door was just this side of bewildering, because now and then he'd wondered if the end of the war and the Hogwarts interlude had been things he'd dreamt while asleep on his workbench. And sure, sometimes then he'd dreamt of William walking through his door, though he hadn't know then that it was William he was dreaming of...
Rubbing a hand hard over his face, Gabe brought himself back to the here and now. "I did?" He glanced across the little workshop, a reflex, to see how the kids were going. But the other bench was unpopulated, empty save for a small cauldron on the lowest possible simmer, and Gabe remembered that he'd sent them back to Slytherin around eleven, when he'd sent his owl to-- "I did," he said, more definite. "Right." He pushed off the bench to standing upright (mostly) and flipped the book back to an earlier section. "How you feeling?" He gave William a critical once-over. "Any signs of the virus-thing?"