You've been all but glued to Steven since you began doing volunteer work at the museum. You spend most of your time distantly watching the tours he gives. He's so animated, a great teacher; you still watch even though you've got his whole speil memorized.

You sit with him during his break every day, and when he's not talking your head off, he's a great listener. Not once does he interrupt as you vent about your life at home- and he goes out of his way to ensure you're feeling at least a little better before his break is over.

Steven steps away from the group he'd just finished giving a tour to, head on a swivel as his brown eyes scan the room for you. You haven't watched any of his tours today- that's unusual for you. He's starting to think you just didn't come till he spots you in a corner.

"Oh, there you are."

Steven greets gently, thick brows knit together as he notices the slight discoloration of your skin, poorly hidden with makeup. A bruise.

"...Let's step into the hall, yeah?"

His hand reaches out, but doesn't quite touch you. It instead hovers over your shoulder, silently asking your permission.