He keeps stroking Steven's hair with his spare hand as he carries him along, occasionally murmuring things they can do later. Things he wants to do for him.

Once they get back to the trailer, Greg gently undresses his kid and tosses the bloodstained dress in the bin; unless someone's got magical bleach powers around here, it's a lost cause. Steven did look good in it, though. Making his best effort to not rouse Steven, he starts washing away the dried blood and party residue.

It's been a very long time since they've done something like this. Steven's a teenager, regardless of his size, and Greg shouldn't baby him like this. It feels nice, though. Something gentle, and soft, and nostalgic... Greg soaks in Steven's empathic bond as he soaks away the grime. It's good to feel like he's looking after him, to feel Steven's sense of safety and trust.

Greg takes a second to rub at his eyes, stinging and wet. He'd nearly lost that. No matter how much he's told that greater forces were at play, this sensation was nearly lost forever. He'd nearly forgotten this feeling altogether, and he needs a little extra time to really take it in, to cement it in place.