"No, no, that makes sense," Steven says. His own body language is kind of uncomfortable as well. Fuck, this is awkward.

"About that weird weekend," Steven says. "I, uh. Have the vague impression I hassled you at one point about Charley? The whole shotgun talk. Not that I have one," he adds, an almost imperceptible note of disappointment in his voice. "Anyway, uh, given that she's not here right now or at least I'd hope she'd contact me if she was-- Well. Maybe we can start over? I have the distinct impression I was mostly trying to hassle you that way because I couldn't give 'Solus'--" (He does little air quotes for the name.) "--trouble without him using his phenomenal cosmic powers to probably kill me."