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Last night had been a good night. Stark's suit had suffered a little once they made their way from the party back to Summer's apartment but that was to be expected. The suit, along with Summer's dress, was on the floor of the bedroom while Stark and Summer were quite cozy and comfortable in her bed.

It was a good day for a nice, quiet lie-in. Neither of them had any plans or anywhere to be and they had a vague plan for a trip to discuss. Sure, they might need food or coffee at some point but until then they could just enjoy a peaceful morning, together.

"I said I would show you the hotels I looked at," Stark said. "Here." It had taken a minute to locate his phone but he was now back in the bed where he belonged, snuggling back up to his favorite person, and holding out the phone for her approval. "The restaurant in this one I think you'll like." Because it was pink.

[For the scandalously modded owner of the apartment and obviously nobody else who else would be there? Honestly. Although, like, I guess people could knock.]

Stark had spent the day keeping busy. Not like that. He'd gone for a walk which had turned into a jog and then back into a walk. He'd gone to the store for the items requested yesterday. He'd gone for another walk. He'd taken a very, very long time getting ready to come down here. He'd showered, he'd considered shaving and decided against it eventually. He'd taken care to buff his mask and the buckles on it. He'd tried on and rejected several shirts to go with the requested blue suit. And finally, finally, he'd waited long enough and it was time to go downstairs.

He thought he looked good. He had flowers, chocolate, and a bottle of whiskey in hand. He'd waited until just before 5 to go down the stairs and now he was knocking on Summer's door feeling oddly nervous about it, and not just because he was awkwardly juggling all the things in his hands to have the ability to knock. This felt different. Maybe because it was this week, or the end of this week, or because he'd spent the better part of two days now not actively participating in this week, or maybe because there had been something of a shift in his worldview over those same days. Whatever the reason, or reasons, he was feeling jittery as he waited for a response.

[for she who lives in the apartment and posted early for drugged up probable SP and because I can't sleep]

It had been a very good (if artificially long) New Years Eve. After leaving Caritas Stark and Summer had headed west for celebrations in Chicago and Boulder and Los Angeles and finally one on a beach in Hawaii before they had stumbled back to MHA in the early hours of the morning. Every midnight had found Stark smiling softly at Summer after kissing her and telling her just how lucky he was to be starting another year with her in his arms. And every midnight found Summer reacting to that in different ways though none were unhappy with the sentiment.

Late that morning, after not enough sleep, Stark had woken up and found himself still entangled with Summer. "'M still lucky," he said quietly, more to himself than to her. "Morning, Summer." He didn't want to wake her if she was still asleep. He would be happy to stay right here as long as she was willing to even if he was meant to be at the clinic today. The nurses would understand or he hoped they would. He could always make it up to them later.

[For the scandalously modded woman in the bed with him. Although if you want to knock on the door or send a text nobody's gonna stop you.]

Summer had gotten them back to Fandom almost immediately after Stark had retrieved the portal gun after their arcade adventure.

She'd gotten in to the shower almost immediately to wash off the bits of alien still stuck to her. Stark, having not fallen onto any people who exploded all over him, was just sitting on the couch waiting for her to emerge.

She was fine. Everything had turned out fine. He knew that. He also knew he had no desire to be alone tonight. He needed to reassure himself that everything truly was fine. Until he could do that he was just going to pet Pancakes who was being very accommodating while occupying far more space on the couch than a single cat ought to be able to manage.

[Ginger Not-Girlfriend and apartment modded with permission, of course.]

Gladio had walked Stark downstairs after the incident with Liliana. He'd needed the escort. He'd been frightened and confused and weak.

Gladio had offered Cup Noodle(TM) and made sure Stark ate and then made sure he was in bed. Gladio had decided that Ignis and Liliana needed to be alone and Stark absolutely did not so he'd stayed. Unfortunately for Gladio Stark was already prone to nightmares and he'd woken up screaming several times during the night. At some point in the very early he'd fallen into a deeper sleep, briefly, and then Gladio had drifted off on the couch.

Stark was awake again, now, exhausted, and he'd snuck out and dragged himself down the stairs to the hallway outside Summer's apartment. He'd lifted his hand to knock and then belatedly remembered to take out his phone. So, standing in the hallway he sent a very quick text.

please open the door i need to seeyou

[beefy chocobro modded with permission, of course, and this is for the gross ginger lady who lives behind the door]

Because Summer was (almost) always right Stark had stayed, and smoked, and giggled about the word gross, and eventually fallen asleep on Summer's couch with her.

He'd woken up before her, carefully disentangled himself, and headed to the kitchen to try and make breakfast. It just seemed like the thing to do. He was almost tempted to try and make pancakes but thought better of it and was just going for scrambled eggs for now. And bacon, because bacon was always good and it would smell good and he was hungry this morning. The cupcakes, while delicious, hadn't quite been enough.

He was hoping Summer would enjoy waking up to breakfast. Very much hoping that this wasn't a mistake but he thought she would be hungry as well.

[for the gently modded gross redhead who lives there]

Summer had been very right last night about good things coming to those who wait. It had been a very good night though Stark's poor new waistcoat and shirt were going to need some buttons replaced. Waiting, it turned out, was overrated at certain times. Like once you'd gone to a friend's apartment for the remainder of the evening, for example.

There had been a distinct lack of space at the dance and afterwards. There was still a lack of space this morning in Summer's bed. Stark wasn't sure how long this was going to last but he'd fallen asleep with an arm around Summer and he was waking up in the same position. Happily waking up in the same position.

He opened his eyem let out a contented little noise, and pulled her a little closer. Maybe they could stay like this all morning. Right here.

"Morning, Summer."

Was he allowed to kiss her awake? He wanted to. He'd settle for very gently stroking her hair which had certainly suffered last night but was still extremely tempting.

[For the gently modded owner of the bed and maybe some other people who knoooows]

There had been cupcakes last night and there had been sangria, as expected. What happened after had been unexpected. Perhaps not entirely so but unexpected all the same.

Now it was morning and Stark, having slept deeply once he'd finally gotten around to sleeping, was waking up in an unfamiliar bed next to a familiar body. More familiar now than it had been before last night. Still unfamiliar enough to be mildly startling when he realized who he was holding on to while he slept. That was Summer. This was Summer's bed. That was Summer's chest his arm was currently thrown across.

Should he just creep away and hope she had no regrets? Should he wake her up? Should he lie here and try not to panic over the thought that he might have irrevocably ruined a very important friendship?

For the moment he was going to try and remove his arm from its current position (tempting though it was to keep it there) without disturbing her.

[for the gently modded woman whose bed the alien is in...and maybe mildly NSFW?]

Stark had had far more jello (and some of Eliot's mystery cocktail) than one glowy alien could handle last night. Stark had also had more positive attention from more people than he was used to having (which may have lead to the overconsumption).

As a result Stark found himself waking up on Sunday not in his own bed but on Summer's couch, where he had apparently fallen asleep last night rather than attempting to make his way up his apartment. Waking up somewhere somewhat unfamiliar threw him for a moment and he let out a confused little "wha-where-huh?" noise as he sat up a little too quickly.

Once he realized where he still was, and smelled the coffee being made in the kitchen, he relaxed and called out "Summer?" tentatively.

At least he hoped it was Summer making coffee.

[Apartment and coffee modded with permission omg, and expecting the hostess. Obvs.]

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