"It won't be like that. We'll figure it out." He's not going to let Steven starve, or anyone else if he can help it. He reaches out after a second, resting his hand against Steven's neck to give it a brief squeeze.

"Although I kinda wish you'd told me you were gonna go talk to that asshole." He doesn't-- need to know everything Steven does, no. But he can't help that he worries. Especially when Steven's self-preservation seems... questionable at times, lately.