Greg's about to start bandaging up Steven's hands when the question comes out. It stops him dead, and Greg finally looks up to his face properly. His words catch in his throat, piling on top of one another, before Greg reaches out to grip Steven's shoulder.

"I..." He swallows, sucking in a breath through his teeth. "I will never... ever... let anyone take you back there." He squeezes Steven's shoulder. "Not so long as I'm alive, I won't... you're never going back there."

That could be where he left it, but now that the subject is breached it feels impossible to stop. Greg's hand shakes slightly where it rests against his son. "I... Steven, I'm... I'm so sorry. I always... all these years, I wanted so badly to... I never found a way to get you free, I'm so... I'm so sorry, can you ever forgi..." His voice cracks as the tears spill over again.