"... You can. I'm not-- gonna stop you." It's Steven's life, and he wants that to be clear. But he's not putting himself back in that position again. He's not revisiting all that shit again. It's not gonna help.

Maybe he should be discouraging stuff like this too. It's gonna be hard for Steven to strike out on his own if they're-- cuddling in bed, if Steven is kissing him... even if they're just chaste little pecks on the forehead. He doesn't though. He shifts enough to hook a leg in between Steven's with a soft laugh.

"Oh, I'm not moving," he promises. "And neither are you from the looks of it."

... Mostly because Marc's pretty sure he's made that one pretty impossible. There's a bit of a smile as he tilts his head back, meets his eyes.

"I think I can manage some sleep finally. Didn't get much while we were camping... I'm beat."