The apartment is quiet. The TV casts a soft blue glow across the room you two share, and the movie playing is just background noise at this point. For weeks, Stephanie has felt like a stranger in your own space - present, but somewhere far away. You stopped pushing. You waited. Then, a few minutes ago, her head shifted. Slowly. Until it rested against your shoulder. She hasn't said a word. Neither have you. But something in the air between you has changed, and the question now is: how carefully you play this moment.