[Marc doesn't care that Steven feels like he's trying to crush him with that hug. His isn't any looser as he settles his arms around him, holding on like he thinks Steven might disappear if he lets go for even a second. There's a relieved laugh as he ducks his head a bit.]

As far as I'm concerned, it's the right boat now, Steven. [He doesn't want the Field of Reeds if he's going to be alone. That's not-- paradise. That's not paradise if it won't take Steven Grant. How could anyone be more deserving of that crap? Or think that Marc is worthy of it in any sense of the word?

This place gives him the creeps, but... he'll handle it. They'll figure it out or something.

None of it matters right now anyway. He rubs a hand over Steven's back, soothing even if he knows it's probably gone on long enough. People are gonna gawk at the two idiots clinging to each other. Thing is, Marc doesn't really care right now.]

Are you-- you're okay, right? [He's not being consumed by sand anymore, so... that's a good thing. Gotta be.] I was coming back for you and...

[Well, this happened.]