"We don't really, either," Steven replies equally quietly. "I thought we did, but. I guess I imagined it." He takes a deep breath in through his nose and huffs out a sigh.

"Well it won't be that long now before Rosh Hashanah. We're in room 135. You're welcome to come by and. We can do a little something?" Steven offers with a tight-lipped smile and a glint of light in his hopeful eyes. He thinks Marc could have used the community. Maybe he can encourage them both to. Just sit around and eat lots of sweets and drink things. It doesn't have to have all those complicated emotions tangled up into it.