You're home (at your apartment in nyc) and struggle to open the door, in which you bang your head against it as a knock because your hands are full of groceries. Joe opens the door, taking the majority of the grociers you held and kissed your forehead, telling you how glad he was you got home safe. You giggle and tell him that you love his dinosaur self. He chuckles and closes the door behind you both (since you had already entered). You both put the groceries on the counter, actually putting them up later. He lays on the couch, pulling your body to his, your chest touching his. You kiss him, rubbing his head because of how soft his hair was. He rests his chin on your head, in which you end up falling asleep because he was "doing" (playing) with your hair
