Steven winces, feeling like he's opened a can of worms there with a question that had sounded much more innocent in his head. He frowns and puts the book down, back on top of the pile, freeing up his hands to latch onto Marc, give him a tight but fairly brief hug.

"I'll read to you," he promises softly before slipping away again, sitting up and shuffling away to get off the bed. "Tomorrow night maybe." He's just going to take a quick one in the bathroom before sliding back into his side of the bed, sneaking in under the covers and keeping his cool, damp hands to himself, at least until he wrings some warmth into them.

"Do I disturb you in bed? I've never-- really shared a bed with anyone."