Somehow Steven feels more sure of their connection now than he ever had before, even if the things they forced into his head fight against it. In these scattered bursts of thought, there are no details to complicate things. Instead he just knows what he feels in the moment, and that's that Greg is his dad. It doesn't matter how.
He tugs back against Greg a little, wanting to lay down again but wanting him to come with him. Being upright feels weird and uncertain at the moment, and right now all he can think about is being close and feeling like someone else is there.
"...I remember when..." he sings, softly and sort of vacant, as if doing it on reflex, "you'd sing to me..."
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He tugs back against Greg a little, wanting to lay down again but wanting him to come with him. Being upright feels weird and uncertain at the moment, and right now all he can think about is being close and feeling like someone else is there.
"...I remember when..." he sings, softly and sort of vacant, as if doing it on reflex, "you'd sing to me..."