Looking away from Verity, Steve wrung his hands together. He was having second thoughts about coming now that he was standing before her. If only Lucas had preformed better magic on her mind and she wasn't dreaming. It would be so much more humane to just pretend none of this ever happened. Steve knew he couldn't just turn away, not anymore. He'd let himself connect with her. The same way he'd felt a connection when he was urging Lucas to let her go. It didn't matter if Verity felt the same way, it only mattered how he felt. Steve knew that if he left this house without telling her everything he knew, it would haunt him. If Steve told Verity everything, he could try to move on and forget about her. He imagined she wouldn't want much to do with him anyways.
Remaining still and keeping his distance, Steve rose his eyes to meet Verity's. He'd only seen her a few times, but her image had been burned into his mind. The fear was new; she'd never displayed fear under Lucas' control. He really didn't want to do this, but there was no turning back. "I need to tell you what I know. I need for you to listen." His voice was nothing short of a plea. If Verity turned him away, Steve had no idea what he'd do. Maybe go downstairs and wait for a couple hours to pass. He wasn't going to force the information on her, but he was afraid it might come to that. His story was nothing short of horrible. If only Lucas had made friends, or their family was bigger, or there had been someone else to show off to.
Dropping his gaze, Steve looked down to the floor beside her feet. What else was there to say? 'Please Verity, listen to me, you need to know you have a child'? Steve didn't think that would go over any better than this.