Greg's hold tenses on Steven's shoulder in a little squeeze. That's right. Steven's not alone--gems or fae, there's people watching his back. No matter what happens, they'll make sure he comes home.

Greg realizes he's shaking. He's always been worried, but after the last week, he's frightened in new and unfamiliar ways.

He pulls back, rushing back towards the kitchenette. "Ah--jeez, left the waffles going. I'll take these ones, ha, don't mind them a little overcooked. You should eat up, Shtooball, you'll want that fuel tank full before you go."