Stella wakes as they cross the door to her father's and hers apartment. There's something warm and solid pressed against her cheek...something that feels like the rock solid abs she had crashed into earlier. He smiles at her when she opens her eyes all the way and looks up at him, blinking after a couple seconds. And then she blushes deep red to the tips of her ears. She takes a spot on the couch, her father taking his usually seat in the overstuffed arm chair. She gives him a questioning look, both because to get him and talking and because he's sitting on the floor cross legged.