I don't think hating you is even possible, Steven.

[He can't imagine it, not even for a second.]

Even paradise couldn't compete with you, c'mon.

[As nice as the Field of Reeds had looked, it had been Steven that had won out in the end, no hesitation. Surely he can see that, right? Being with Steven is the reward for all the shit he's suffered through. Doesn't matter what he needs for Marc, that's not gonna change.]

Just tell me. Alright? Let me take care of you.