"You've got a lot to offer," Steven reassured him hastily, not wanting the boy to assign so little worth to himself. He rather liked him, and, still, he was strongly reminded of himself. That aside, Steven liked to think he had valuable insight into the human condition -- like most rockers from his generation. Usually, they did have insight -- if only because their age had granted it to them. "A man might have a million dollars and still be in need."
With a sweeping gesture, Steven indicated the apartment around them. "You're welcome here anytime. And don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything I can't return to later. The music will come or it won't, and it doesn't matter what I'm doing or who's around. That's how it's always been."