Steven melts into Marc's embrace almost instantly, a tightly-wound spring finally able to find some release. He is trying to talk but he's also sobbing and he just sounds like a blabbering hiccuping corrupted audio file. His words are barely coherent but Marc can pick out the fact that Steven's trying to console him while still being a complete mess, that all this wasn't his fault, that it was Harrow and Ammit that got them killed and not Marc, and at some point he might have managed to voice rather petulantly that this is all not fair and he's not ready.

After a few more shaking sobs, Steven sniffles and tries to compose himself, although he seems reluctant to let go of Marc. But his face is red and wet and he's clearly still upset. He at least manages to apologise yet again and make something up about being stressed. As if he's not just constantly stressed and anxious all the time and this place is working him up more so than usual.

"...I want to spend eternity with you," he mumbles against Marc's shoulder, voice partially muffled against his shirt. Even in this-- stupid place where everyone's going to try and kill them again, or whatever is supposed to happen next. He rubs his eyes a few times, sniffling again.