[ "Wow, shit" is probably going to be the real pervading mood today. It's basically Steven's exact thought when Kevin gets going. Straining against his honed social instincts is hard. What if he did worry and talk about that, actually!

He waits for a few seconds. No unicorn comes charging through the trees to feed on... frankly their misery, because that's all it feels like, just a big miserable experience. There are, maybe, the distant sounds of other people yelling their issues into the void. ]

This is awkward. I mean, it- it's a little regular awkward but--

[ He fumbles because maybe it's dumb to say that like that. He doesn't want Kevin to think it's because he's judging him. ]

The thing is, my mom left so much damage behind to deal with that I never figured out what to do when I ran out of damage to deal with! I think I just assumed I'd be dealing with it for the rest of my life? Only it turned out that I got that over with in like, three years, and there's still a ton of "rest of my life" left!

Everyone's doing great and moving forward back home, but I don't even know how to make friends if I'm not helping someone work through exactly the kind of stuff we're yelling about! So I'm-

[ Preemptively sorry if the no-worrying clause gets broken at the end of the day, because it's such a big part of what he does. Also ready for a stress nap. ]

I'm kinda glad to be stuck with Jorgmund because at least it means I know what to do! And that freaks me out!