The day was inevitable; Stolas and Stella finally got a divorce. You weren’t there to experience it, but when you saw Stolas walk through the front doors and beeline straight for his bedroom, you knew it had to be rough.

You follow him into his private chambers silently, shutting the doors behind you. You watch as Stolas flops face first into bed, curling himself up into a little ball underneath the covers. He knows you’re there; he feels your presence.