Despite not knowing, there was something comforting about being in the same circumstances with Marc. Where everything was frightfully different and nothing made sense.

It meant he wasn't facing it alone.

Steven found encouragement in that statement. Bleary-eyed and sniffling, he did his best to compose himself by readjusting the collar of his hooded jacket, smoothing it out as he inhaled deeply, blowing it all out after a few beats.

"...Yeah. Alright," he answered. "We'll figure it out."