Crystal had honestly thought that she deserved punishment for what she did, but she didn't argue with Waiola's idea. It seemed to work so she kept her self-demeaning thoughts to herself. Now that the two were back at her apartment, she had time to think and try to fully remember what she had done. The Spanish woman padded past the couch, her eye catching on her seemingly-slumbering girlfriend, but she knew better. "Babe, if you want an actual pillow, or somewhere comfier to lay down, my room isn't but a few feet away," she told her softly.