Steven doesn't seem to find the peck on the cheek awkward at all. If anything, he's delighted, and his chest rises with telltale signs of his insides going aflutter. It's been nice, selfish though it might be, to get all this attention from Marc, when not too long ago he's just been on this dangerous, self-destructive warpath, when he spent so much time yelling at Steven, telling him to get back inside, then breaking down everything he's ever known about reality on their final voyage into the afterlife, the stress of the end of the world, Taweret - it was all so much, all at once. They finally have some time, some space to themselves where they're not running around like headless chickens. Surely it's fine to just indulge for a little while.

"Yeah." He fidgets with the hem of his sweater for a bit before finding the courage to slide his cool hand up, brushing against Marc's warm cheek. He swallows, looking up partly in wonder, partly in curiosity. Maybe he's never seen himself from the outside, but he's never taken his time and seen himself up close even in the mirror.

Steven leans up and closes his eyes, giving Marc an equally chaste kiss on the lips. He'd hate for Marc to think he's just-- easy or that he's looking for something more than the sweet little moments they already share. But you can't really sleep with a man and then not give him the time of day, can you?