[It isn't until this very moment, where Steven spots a grimace half-hidden by a hand and hears Quentin wondering about his own afterlife, that he realizes he's made a terrible mistake. He let the conversation get away from him when he really should've been more careful. Because Quentin's dead back home, isn't he? And he died a 'villain', so if there's a choice between a good place and a bad place for him, wouldn't he go to the bad place?

All that passionate enthusiasm over the topic slips away from Steven and he sits up straighter; more rigid. He absolutely doesn't want to twist the knife, but he hadn't even realized it was there until now and he's worried he'll end up jiggling it anyway.]

I uh... I don't really know. Maybe there's overlap between the different planes? Feels like there might be.

[But they should stop talking about this. Yep. He bites down on his bottom lip as his mind races to find another topic. Finally, he hits on something- a straw to grasp at- and leans towards Quentin again.]

But uh, old projects and movies, eh? What kind?