Steven's eyes have fallen half lidded, the power of this revelation seeming the only thing keeping him awake. So many things nag at his thoughts - about how there are still people here, about how he needs to protect them, but he doesn't have anything left. Is there anything he could actually do? Everyone just seems to get hurt trying to protect him.

He nods desperately, agreeing with Greg's sentiment, his fear and need for safety outweighing other theoretical options. His fingers curl around Greg's shirt as he struggles to remain conscious. If this is a dream, he wants to just go with it. He'll keep dreaming forever.

"Please," is all he can manage, his wings folding in tightly as he hides himself against Greg's body.