He actually lets out a short chuckle at the response, giving his shoulder a brief, firm rub. Fine-- he'll quit it. Let the guy have a break for a bit. "You'll figure it out."

One way or another. Hopefully.

"A little? Steven, your place is a fire hazard." But if he had it his way, he'd take him back there in a heart beat... even if it meant he'd not-- get to see him like this anymore, couldn't see him outside of a reflection in a mirror. If it meant Steven got to go back to his simple life? Worth it.

But that's not in the cards, so no reason dwelling on wishes that aren't likely to come true. "But you'll get this place lived in, I'm sure... however long we're here."

Guy's got a little bit of a hoarding issue and Marc had being clean and organized drilled into his head in service. It's gonna be-- maybe an issue. "... You were, uh. Pretty pissed at me back at the psych ward, you know," he finally murmurs after a moment.

Even after Steven sacrificing his himself like an idiot for Marc, he hadn't thought-- well, bedsharing was really in the picture.