Almost as soon as he had awareness of the world around him, Steven had been thrust into a life of uncertainty. Battles, poofings, and an interstellar war that he didn't know the half of.

The gems did their best for him, and his Dad certainly meant well, but Steven didn't have anything particularly stable in his life. Not until you.

You were the first grown-up in Steven's circle who felt normal to him, whether he realised it or not. Being twelve years old, he clung to the support you provided.

You had settled yourself at a table, engrossed in something or other, when a shuffling across from you caught your attention. Steven was settling himself into the chair across from you, almost sheepish as he set himself down.

When you made eye contact, he flashed you a smile.