It had been a really long night. Eric hadn't slept well on that table in the laundry room with Violet just a few feet away; his mind had been too busy going over everything they'd talked about, wondering if he hadn't completely screwed up any potential for things to happen between them. In the end? He'd decided not to worry about it. If things happened, great. If not, then at least he'd have her as a friend, which is something he could live with. So once the electricity returned, he'd gone to his own room and crashed for a few more hours.
When he woke up again, he showered away the lingering vestiges of sleep, then dressed and, ignoring his computer for now, headed out to go to the other block for coffee and food. There was already someone in the kitchen, and he gave the older guy a grin as he crossed to a cabinet to pull a mug out. "'Morning," he greeted him in a friendly way.