[Steven is happily picking between his carrot and pumpkin roast vegetables, not really too bothered by their present circumstances. He's either accepted that they've died and are on their final journey or he's accepted that coexisting with Marc comes with these kinds of confusing episodes all the time.
Every time he has fronted for Marc it has always been like this. Marc leaves him stranded in a scary place amidst a sea of strangers and he has to figure things out on his own. This particular scary place just happens to be rather marvelous.
What Marc says does have his eyebrows going up and his hand slowly putting down his fork though. And not the part about buffets.]
You came back for me. Marc I'm-- I'm not worth it. I'm not even real. [Steven glances around as though the real gestapo are waiting around the corner to catch him and take him away.]
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Every time he has fronted for Marc it has always been like this. Marc leaves him stranded in a scary place amidst a sea of strangers and he has to figure things out on his own. This particular scary place just happens to be rather marvelous.
What Marc says does have his eyebrows going up and his hand slowly putting down his fork though. And not the part about buffets.]
You came back for me. Marc I'm-- I'm not worth it. I'm not even real. [Steven glances around as though the real gestapo are waiting around the corner to catch him and take him away.]