One of the nice things about this world, as opposed to the one he'd first woken up in, was that, mostly, things seemed to be on a fairly even keel. It gave Steve time to walk, and wander, and to actually pick up a pencil or two and draw again.
At the moment, raining though it was, he'd made his way to the art supply store he'd started favoring, and was on his way back to his place toting a bag, the shop had advertised it as good for the environment if he took it everywhere, filled with charcoals and pastels, along with a new book of paper. Turning down the street to head back to his place, his collar pulled up to drive off the rain, he noted a guy ahead of him, completely soaked through.
Homeless? He wondered, stepping closer so that he could meet the man.
"Hey." he greeted. "You okay? I can't give you a lift, but if you need to get warm or anything, I can help with that."