"That's fine, infirmary has things for headaches, too." He shrugs. He's trying to act as casual and nonchalant as he can. Meanwhile he's fuming at Marc in his head. But as confused as he is, he understands this is not the time to accost Steven.

This is fucking weird though. Actually fucking weird. He hopes you know that Marcven or Stevarc. He's looking at both of you on this one.

Maybe he should figure something out to talk about. Something useless. He hops down off the rooftop chatting as he goes. "There's this kid I know. Just a baby. He's cute. It's disgusting." He has mixed feelings about kids. "Holding him is nice but he gives you these... prophetic dreams." Nightmares, honestly. "It's not magic. He's five months old, he can't even talk let alone do anything besides eat and shit." Where's he going with this? Nowhere. It's not supposed to. Just to snag Steven's thoughts in a different direction.

"Anyway, imagine being his mother or his father. It's rough."

Oh. Right.

"Need help getting down?" Should've asked before he jumped down but he can easily get back up if need be.