"Nothing," Stephen says, still drowsy enough himself he probably looks like a real dope right now, but he can't bring himself to care. It's not as if she's any better off. "You're cute when you're all sleepy." It's probably too affectionate for whatever this is, but it's true, too, so he says it. There's too much else to try and keep penned in to work on hiding that simple a fact anyway. She's adorable, half out of it the way she is. He feels as if he out to try and shepherd her back into bed just to get her to sleep more.

Whatever this is or isn't, he doesn't know. He's still in no position to be in a relationship, not ready to leap back into that mess or taken on something serious when there's work to be done here, but then, he doubts she wants one anyway, and with good reason. Neither of them is there, but she doesn't seem in a hurry to leave or to take him to task again as she did last night, so as far as he figures, the old rules are back in play, same as things were before they changed. Sometimes he can't tell if he's spinning shit even for himself, but it doesn't matter. He gives in after a moment, leaning over to kiss her with a hand at her waist.