[Well. That sure was a guarantee. Steven doubts anyone can fake pallor like that. He instinctively wants to help, but holds himself back. There isn't anything to do to begin with. He leans forward in his chair, waving his right hand.]

No no, I'm good. I've got the... the picture. I just... [His shoulders hunch with discomfort and his hands end up rubbing together in his lap.] I know bits and bobs about Mysterio. Enough for the basic gist. I'm just having trouble giving it a... a place. Making sense of it all. I want to understand, but I dunno if I should, because understanding it feels like excusing it and I don't... [A frustrated sound leaves him.] I don't know. I just don't know.