Leon woke in his bed, surprised to find himself uninjured despite the close call with the... thing... the night before. And, he supposed, he should be grateful that they did not dream in this place, because he knew he would have dreamed of his own time prisoned in a dead body, after running into that. Clark was already gone, too, so Leon couldn't even ask him if he'd managed to hang onto any of the metal. All in all, it did not leave Leon in a good mood.

The smell of french toast, on the other hand, helped Leon's mood a bit. He loaded his up with fruit and copious amounts of syrup, then looked for somewhere to sit. Spotting a familiar face--and he needed to talk to her today in any case--Leon headed on over to join Seiya. He didn't bother with the niceties today, not yet recovered enough from last night's unpleasantness to muster up his budding manners. "Morning."