[Steven just feels so exhausted all of a sudden. And weak. He spent two months trying to adjust to life by himself; to be his own person again, as he always thought he'd been, but it just wasn't the same anymore now that he knows the truth. And having the body 24/7- not even getting a break to sleep- is much harder than it has any right to be.

He feels the squeeze into the palm of his hand, followed by the draping. It's like a soft quilt's been tossed over him and at first, that's what he assumes it was. It's not until he turns his head lightly that he realizes it's Quentin's wing. ... God, he's being comforted by the guy he was yelling at just a few minutes ago. He's really that pathetic, isn't he?]

Thanks... [He rubs at his eyes one more time before lowering his hand again. It comes to rest on top of Quentin's. When he speaks again, his voice is a little nasal.] 'M sorry for... For this. S'pose I'm just really tired too. But hey, all cards on the table now, right? ...Well, most cards. Those were the big ones.

[That whole Moon Knight thing is something for another day. Or possibly never. That's up to Quentin.]