It's not-- really that bad of a question. Marc doesn't look that upset by it. It's all just-- facts of their lives, right? And now they're dead, so no sense in dwelling on that if he can help it. The hug is a bit of a surprise though, and it gets him to give Steven a quick pat on the back, reassuring.

"I can read," he insists with a laugh, but-- "Alright."

Not gonna hurt to try to pick up a new hobby or two, right? They're here for the foreseeable future after all.

He's still awake by the time Steven comes back, arms folded behind his head, eyes up towards the ceiling. He makes room with the other slides in though.

"Nah. You're alright, buddy. If you want a bed to yourself though-- I can always pull out the couch, you know. I don't mind."

He's slept worse places.