Stella didn't fight him on the shirt coming off. She smiles at how he said it. She does look at him odd when he flops on her floor when she goes to dig her pajamas out. She tries every trick she knows in order to convince him to sleep on the fold out bed. Nothing would convince him to leave her side. She had relented, finally going and fetching bedding for him to be able to crash on the floor. He had been fascinated by watching the air mattress inflate. She does introduce him to her nightly routine.<br/><br/>Stella shifts in her sleep, rolling over before looking over to her alarm clock. Three seventeen in the morning. She wonders what caused her to wake up. Usually she sleeps through nights unless she has to get up and use the bathroom. She sighs and closes her eyes, ready to go back to sleep. And then a sound rang out that made her bolt upright in bed. Ari's sleeping not to far from her bed, the sheets and blankets twisting around him as he fights some unseen enemy. Suddenly she can't get her own linens out from around her fast enough. She doesn't know what to do. She decides on waking him up.  She crouches by his shoulders, shaking him firmly. "Ari. Ari, wake up," she pleads softly.