[Steven's kind of seen himself as a bit of a cop out. In case of emergency, break the glass, press the big red button and hope for the best. He's helped Marc as much as he can. Told him what he thought he needed to hear. He's never really perceived himself as someone who is... worth coming back for. It's like-- doubling down on the madness when Marc could simply move on and start healing.

He's saying nice things which should be really worrying but it just makes Steven rub his eyes and sniffle.]

I wouldn't have blamed you. You deserve-- a bit of happiness. You do. [And Steven is only holding him back. For as long as Marc has him, he's always going to be unwell. He should be more okay with parting ways, with fuelling his own self-destruction. But it just-- Steven wasn't ready to die. He plucks at some unraveled bit of fluff on the lifejacket strap.]

It's not-- your job to keep me safe. It's my own. [Steven chews on his lip nervously. He didn't have a say in the matter, going to Egypt. But it had been a wonderful trip. And he chose to help them find Alexander the Great's tomb. Everything that happened wasn't Marc's fault.] I just-- wish we had more time.