Steven murmurs quietly and nods a few times, running his fingertips across Marc's skin as he starts to relax in his embrace. He doesn't know what he wants to be just yet. He just has a few inklings here and there of how he wants to be. And maybe he should be more independent, and a little less reliant on Marc. But Marc isn't pushing him away and they're making this cabin work together and there's no reason to do anything too different from how things are working out for them now.

Tugging down on the hem of his shirt, Steven wriggles a bit and tries to settle down for the night.

"Goodnight, Marc." Steven snakes a leg in between Marc's and stops just short of going full octopus, latching on just a little bit, keeping his head above the blanket line just enough to not suffocate under the covers.