Marc shrugged. "Is this helping? It doesn't feel like it, I'm not helpful. Steven thought he had a sleeping disorder, but it was me, and that's not helping, you know? That's me just wrecking things as usual."
Someone else? Shit... "It's just us. Steven and me," he admitted, before pushing himself to his feet and pacing a little. He could actually answer that question, though. It felt okay in his head, talking about Steven was okay, even if he was listening in. "Sometimes it's Steven that takes over. Sometimes it's just... I dunno. Like I'm staring at a thing, but I'm not, I'm just. Gone. Or like there's something in the way between me and everything else."
"I get that too, like a fog between me and the outside world," Steven added, speaking quietly and doing that thing with the pressure at the back of his mind again.
"Steven says he gets that as well. He says it's like a fog."