Steven shrugs. "It's my superpower I guess," he grumbles with a sigh, lowering his gaze. "I just-- it was nice to have you for a while." He had Gus to talk to. And he had mum's voicemail. Crawley was a good sounding board too. And then he had Marc. And Layla then came into his life, too. But Gus is dead. And mum was a monster. He won't walk that same path to meet Crawley anymore, without his job. And Marc is sitting there, on the outside. And Layla was never Steven's to have.
He's on a cruiseship full of people. They're forced to live together, in a way. But Steven has never felt more alone in his life.
"Yeah? Yeah I'd-- like that. I'll take a look tonight, thanks. Brought back some-- emergency supplies, myself." Anyway. Who needs friends when you can live vicariously through trashy novels? Give him a few days and he'll be comfortable sitting alone in bed devouring all the books he can get his hands on.
"I think that's how everyone lives, Marc. In silence." It's supposed to be peaceful, not. Aggravating or isolating.
"Well. Anyway. Maybe it's good practice for you, y'know. For when you get better." Steven manages a brave little smile and nods. He doesn't need Steven to tell him that he's not well.
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He's on a cruiseship full of people. They're forced to live together, in a way. But Steven has never felt more alone in his life.
"Yeah? Yeah I'd-- like that. I'll take a look tonight, thanks. Brought back some-- emergency supplies, myself." Anyway. Who needs friends when you can live vicariously through trashy novels? Give him a few days and he'll be comfortable sitting alone in bed devouring all the books he can get his hands on.
"I think that's how everyone lives, Marc. In silence." It's supposed to be peaceful, not. Aggravating or isolating.
"Well. Anyway. Maybe it's good practice for you, y'know. For when you get better." Steven manages a brave little smile and nods. He doesn't need Steven to tell him that he's not well.