Some part of him is desperately embarrassed. Thankfully, that part is currently buried under quiet horror and a hint of exhaustion. Gabriel moves, sitting up properly in bed so he can accept the mug.

"Thank you," he says quietly, remembering his manners at least. He feels like he should say something, like he owes Anthony some explanation for losing his mind in the middle of the night. Gabriel isn't sure where to start, or what he could possibly say that wouldn't damage this tenuous thing between them.