[He also said it's upsetting to watch Marc hurt himself like this, but. Here they are. Steven lowers his gaze to his gassy water, running his blunt nails along the side of his glass.]

Well I was-- going to be responsible. Look for a change of clothes. Some toiletries. Go back to the room and put this back there. [He doesn't feel like lugging the lifejacket around everywhere he goes. He's not even sure why they would need it if they're already dead.

Anyway. He can't exactly tell Marc he just wants to go back into the room and sit on the bed and cry. Even if that's how he'd cope where Marc would prefer to stay here all day. One is socially acceptable and one is humiliating to talk about.]

Guess I could be irresponsible, go look if there's a library...