Gavin raises his eyebrow and chuckles, "It very nearly is." The microwave beeps, but he takes a moment to open it, rustling through the drawer that contains their eating utensils before he finds a small fork which is his favorite for eating pasta with. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for this preference, as the fork in fact is slightly less practical than a larger one might be for eating. He simply likes it, and thus uses it. Besides, it's the fork that no one else really uses it, so it is good to have an assigned task for it- the fork would otherwise collect dust. "I'm starting to think we should start making you pitch in for rent," he adds with a smile before finally taking the spaghetti out of the microwave. Gavin sprinkles cheese over it, and then coats it with an excessive amount of salt. He's a pretty big fan of the stuff, clearly, something he claims is due to a sodium deficiency, but isn't really. He just likes the taste. Needless to say, he drinks a lot of water, as well- it balances out the large salt intake.
He doesn't bother to ask why she didn't simply make the extra few yards to the comfort of her own apartment. Her excuse of it being a shorter distance has been used before, and continues to be a very weak one. Still, he accepts it all the same, believing, as most of the floormates do, that it's just a very thin coverup for her real intentions. Tristan didn't get home until rather late, Gavin recalls, something he knows because he had sent the man a text asking about some trivial thing. He guesses that Arielle had actually gotten here before Tristan did at least. Maybe his bed is just a lot more comfortable, he thinks, joking with himself to some extent. "Closer? Whatever you say, blondie," he responds before stifling a yawn. He is clearly not bubbling with energy at the moment, reaching the 'too tired to sleep' stage rapidly. He's really hoping to fall asleep before that step has been reached.
With a shrug, he continues to eat the salt-and-cheese pasta mix, eating rather quickly. Mouth full, he can only nod when Arielle guesses that his plan for the day is to sleep. Of course she'll know his schedule by now, she's over frequently enough. Realizing he needs one, Gavin pours a glass of water to help chase down his food. Hearing noise coming from Tristan's room, he glances over, and just in time to see his flatmate walk out, clearly heading out of the apartment. He gives a nod of his head and an instinctive "Good Morning" in return, his greeting perhaps being said just before Tristan leaves the apartment.
Hopefully, Arielle will follow. Don't misunderstand, he doesn't dislike Arielle. He just doesn't want to leave her in the kitchen to go take a shower, and thus will be bound to the room until she leaves. Courtesy, of sorts. "And I suppose you'll be working today?" finally, his response to her sleeping comment comes about.