Stan had gone over to your house for one of your very common sleepovers. Seriously, they happened almost every weekend.

You had decided to watch a movie and cuddle. Obviously, it was a friendly cuddle. It wasn't like anyone else would touch either of you like that. People had to make the best of what they had.

Soon enough, though, he was asleep, head rested on your thighs. That was where he usually laid when he was snacking. Easy to reach down from the bed. But you had never expected him to fall asleep there.