[Quentin can't help the small, tired laugh that breaks out of him. He gives Steven a brief glance, only to look away. How does he keep ending up surrounded by people who feel guilty over feeling things? Geeze. No one appreciates a good bout of anger these days.

The smell of butterscotch is a new thing, though. Halo looks nice. It makes him think of the way light glitters through glass beads.]

No, it's- fine. It's fine. Emotions are weird sometimes. I'm sorry this isn't... clean-cut, or neat. [He starts to reach out to pat Steven on the shoulder, only to hesitate and pull his hand back. He's not sure if the light touch would be welcome anymore.] It's... not going to be. Not all the time. You got any other burning questions-?