Marc can't say he's-- thought about it when they've shared the same body until recently. Hard to think about the logistics of that, isn't it? He's not even sure they should be sharing a bed together, but he promised Steven he'd keep him from wandering off... even if he's sure he doesn't have an actual sleep disorder.

And okay, maybe, selfishly, he likes it. He likes Steven being near him and nowhere else. It's probably not healthy, but nothing about him is. Why should that be?

But right now, he's letting Steven pull him into the room, letting himself get nudged towards the bed. He even bites back the urge to tell Steven to not act like he was raised in a barn and pick up his clothes. Tomorrow, he'll tell him.

Right now, he's climbing on to the bed and smiling down at Steven -- a real smile. It feel odd on his face when he doesn't do it all that often, but it feels safe to do it here. It's Steven, and Steven's always felt more like home than anywhere else he's been. A safe little space from the rest of the world, from himself.

Part of him is terrified of Steven ever losing that hope he's got, that zest for life that Marc will never have. He doesn't want to see that broken. But right now, he can't worry about that too much as he settles in. One hand goes through Steven's hair before he leans in and--

Kisses his cheek. It's sweeter than anything Marc's ever done. Something awkward about the gesture just-- because it's not exactly natural for him. But for Steven, he's willing to try a lot of shit he's not exactly used to. Hopefully it'll even out all the bad bits he's sure to be exposed to.

"Good date, yeah?"

What-- good dates usually end in some sort of kiss and Marc felt compelled in the moment. At least he curbed the urge to do more than a chaste little thing that hopefully won't. Make things weird.