Steven stares up at him, his expression hard to read through everything that's strange about his face right now. The idea does appeal, for a moment. It's just hard to accept along with everything else that has happened.
"I wanna go home," he says, pushing forward to grasp onto him again, with added desperation. "We're not supposed to be here, it's not fair..."
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"I wanna go home," he says, pushing forward to grasp onto him again, with added desperation. "We're not supposed to be here, it's not fair..."