Chase stirred awake, his body stiff from hours of remaining in one position. The couch beneath him was very close to the level of comfortability at home, but the warmth of Diana's head nestled against his chest made it even better. He shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her, but her serene face, bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, was enough to keep him from moving too much. The faint sound of explosions and dramatic music from the anime filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic rise and fall of Diana's breathing. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room, and glanced around.