The question catches him off guard, and Steven reflexively finds himself rubbing the skin around his wrist. It's like an itch he can feel whenever he thinks about it. Her grip was always so hard.

"Oh..." he starts, trying to shake off his alarm before he continues. "I guess so. None of them were very happy with me. I cause too much trouble."

He sounds sort of distant as he says it, something twinging within his chest. They did something to him because of that, but he still doesn't really understand what. It was like being poked in the heart, even though it hard to tell what had changed after.