Normally Steven wouldn't be so heavy of a sleeper that he could continue to doze through his clothes being changed and his body being washed of blood, but he's used his healing powers so much tonight... it's exhausted him more than he was perhaps expecting. Now that he's given into the pull, he's not sure he could stay awake if he tried.

Still, he manages to help a little with the washing and the getting undressed, with clumsy, half asleep movements. Mostly, though, he's just soaking in the familiar comfort of the situation - it's only when he senses the spike in Greg's emotions that he wake up a little more. He cracks his eyes just enough to see his rough shapes of his dad's face in the dim lighting.

He doesn't really know what Greg is emotional about - he senses are not that fine tuned. So, instead he reaches up towards his dads face, feeling a bit of his beard and stubble against his fingers.

"It's okay," he says softly, not knowing what he's comforting exactly, but know that it's true. That it can be true.