[Steven frowns, that moment of determination waning. She hadn't been sure before, so he'd thought maybe... oh well. Maybe she's right. Maybe it isn't so bad.
He just has a hard time feeling like he's not taking advantage of her somehow, like this. He doesn't want to act like the kind of people he's been fighting against. The kind that treat others like objects.]
No... not for me. But I'm not worried about me.
[It's a brief bit of sulkiness, and then he stands up. Trying not to think about it too hard, he reaches over to take her hand.]
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He just has a hard time feeling like he's not taking advantage of her somehow, like this. He doesn't want to act like the kind of people he's been fighting against. The kind that treat others like objects.]
No... not for me. But I'm not worried about me.
[It's a brief bit of sulkiness, and then he stands up. Trying not to think about it too hard, he reaches over to take her hand.]
It's okay. I can show you the gate.