[It's very unusual for them to wake up in the thick of things like this days out in advance. Marc remembers when he would take the body out without Steven knowing, he did his very best to bring them home safe and sound and tuck them back into bed so Steven wouldn't be any the wiser, but also to prevent him from having disorienting freak-outs like this. He wasn't always successful - obviously - but he always meant well. What would have caused their potential third half to come out this far but abandon them to the consequences of his actions? Maybe he isn't okay?
It hurts his brain to think of this right now and he physically has to calm himself, his head already pounding from stress, but he's glad he isn't alone. While Marc knows he'd manage to handle this by himself if need be, these days he feels better having Steven co-conscious with him, nearby and a steadying force. It helps him a lot.]
Maybe. Yeah. I'm okay just- [Maybe not actually. Marc takes another breath and zips the bag up again, shoving it further into the trunk, before slamming the door shut. He presses his forehead to the rear window, closing his eyes, trying not to think about how out of control he feels right now.] Can you manage? I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry. I just need a minute.
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It hurts his brain to think of this right now and he physically has to calm himself, his head already pounding from stress, but he's glad he isn't alone. While Marc knows he'd manage to handle this by himself if need be, these days he feels better having Steven co-conscious with him, nearby and a steadying force. It helps him a lot.]
Maybe. Yeah. I'm okay just- [Maybe not actually. Marc takes another breath and zips the bag up again, shoving it further into the trunk, before slamming the door shut. He presses his forehead to the rear window, closing his eyes, trying not to think about how out of control he feels right now.] Can you manage? I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry. I just need a minute.