Steven eventually rolls over, does a 180, and they're not exactly spooning anymore, with Marc lying on his back and Steven sneaking an arm around the front of his chest, sliding one leg in between Marc's. They wouldn't have had to be this close in his flat if they came back from the Duat like this somehow and Marc had to share his bed, but it's been comforting after... well. Everything.
They haven't really talked. About dying. About the things that he'd seen in the psych ward. If he could hold Marc all day and all night and all day and a few nights more, he would. He doesn't expect Marc to talk much during their dinner but at least they can sit together and he can make sure Marc is eating and Steven would be comfortable talking about anything he wants without being worried about crossing lines or looking for common ground.
"I can pull the couch out, if you feel I'm crowding you in. But I like having you close." He feels... safe, somewhat. And Marc could probably use the company. He's not sleeping well either. "I'm worried if I'm still-- doing weird things in my sleep."
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They haven't really talked. About dying. About the things that he'd seen in the psych ward. If he could hold Marc all day and all night and all day and a few nights more, he would. He doesn't expect Marc to talk much during their dinner but at least they can sit together and he can make sure Marc is eating and Steven would be comfortable talking about anything he wants without being worried about crossing lines or looking for common ground.
"I can pull the couch out, if you feel I'm crowding you in. But I like having you close." He feels... safe, somewhat. And Marc could probably use the company. He's not sleeping well either. "I'm worried if I'm still-- doing weird things in my sleep."