[Quentin doesn't full miss the way Steven tenses up, but- it's not really a surprise he's probably shoved his foot in his mouth somewhere in there. Talking about being able to see people you've lost isn't the easiest topic to navigate.

This one is safe territory, though.]

God. I haven't been asked this in ages. I, ah- my tech shit would be pretty tabled, so- none of that. [Nothing Mysterio related, even if a part of him misses those holograms. The ability to build something out of literally nothing.] But... don't laugh, I know how this'll sound, I- I used to do these... models, sometimes. Monsters, cars, spaceships, whatever. Put on some old B-movies, and just- made. Once you've done a few, it's- simple. Familiar.

[Quentin can't even pretend to be suave and aloof about all this with faerie bullshit forcing him to be genuine. Ugh.]

Used to be a lot of old sci-fi, before that... Chitauri bullshit. Dramas, for a while. That... Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman kinda thing, with some mystery in there. Real, but- not, if that makes sense. [His voice gets quieter, a bit embarrassed with himself.] A safe kind of distance. Black and white's different from color like that. Like another world.