There's quiet little weird noises while Marc is in the shower. Steven looks like he had been stung by wasps when Marc emerges. But he'll adamantly deny that he's been crying. He's fine. He promises he'll feel better once he's had a chance to wash up, and there's no sobbing noises in the shower or bent over the sink. By the time he slips on his comfy long sleeve shirt and pants, Steven can manage a small smile as he shuffles out of the toilet, rubbing his arm, damp curls tumbling down his forehead.

"I need to find clothes for tonight." And some other things to keep him sane in this too-sterile room. He's at home with Marc but a few books wouldn't hurt. Just a few, not a tower. Maybe a small stash of packaged snacks so Marc doesn't drink without eating anything, and some basic supplies like cup noodles so that they can spend a day or two inside their cabin if need be. They might get cabin fever but at least Marc might appreciate that they're prepared for a-- whatever. Zombie outbreak on the cruiseship.

"And you-- probably don't want me following you around everywhere." Especially if Marc's going back to the watering hole. If Steven can't stop him then... he doesn't really want to know about it, honestly. "I'll see you at the restaurant?"