...Soft
Stephen looked at the man in confusion. "It is when a person experiences a traumatic event at an age young enough that their personality hasn't fully developed. This leads to multiple personalities being formed to help protect the person from the event." Stephen couldn't help but wonder what traumatic experiences the other man had gone through if he hadn't really bothered, or maybe wanted, to find out what disorder he had after becoming an adult.
Realization dawned on Steven's face. "Oh," he said, as he moved slowly to sit down on the egde of the bed. "I didn't know that was a thing." Steven had always known he was different from other people. But learning about Marc had just made him feel like even more of an outcast. Especially because of the manner in which they met, via an Egyptian God of the Moon. Steven knew that the ancient God part was crazy, but at least now he knew, although he knew he had Marc, that he wasn't alone.
Stephen sat down next to the man. "If you would like to know more about it, I have some good books. I was a surgeon, but they looked interesting and I could always bring them over once we figure this whole thing out." Usually, at this point, Stephen would be getting irritated and losing patience, his need to find answers being too strong. However, he felt he needed to sit there with Steven. Leaving him sitting there at the edge of the bed with his slightly sad eyes and his frown felt wrong. He looked entirely too...
Soft..
...to do that to. And, wow, Stephen did not just think of another human being as soft, but he can't even really blame himself. Steven, with his fuzzy long pajama shirt with sleeves that reach over his hands and his fluffy hair flopping over the front of his face, the exact opposite of the slicked back hair Marc would prefer, looks too sweet. Stephen freezes as he realizes he cannot help but want to run his fingers through the soft man's hair, I mean, they technically already slept together, what is some light petting going to do to hurt anyone.
"Are you alright, mate?" Steven asks when he realizes Strange didn't respond to his 'thanks' when offered the books, and instead is staring at Steven's hair with a deer-in-headlights expression on his face. He snaps out of it quickly. "Yes, yes I am fine. Sorry." He says. Before Steven can reply back to make sure he was telling the truth, (it may be weird to care about the magician, only just having met him minutes ago when their faces were inches apart. But Steven cares about people, and the doctor was kind enough to offer information Steven had been paranoid about for months) Strange says, "I think we should go back to my place. I have a friend who might know more about why this happened." The doctor stands up and looks at Steven expectingly.
"What, like-right now?" Steven asks. He had only just woken up minutes ago, and he still has yet to hear from Marc. Part of him wants to ask the former surgeon about that but for right now, "well, at least let me grab some slippers or something."
Stephen looks at him guiltily for a moment, "Right, sorry." He waits as Steven pulls on some blue slippers and then he raises the hand with the ring on it again. He opens a portal up back to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Upon seeing Steven's worried face, he rests his hand gently on his lower back.
Steven tenses because, the hot man who appeared in his bed did not just touch him that tenderly...okay. thoughts, calm down, and he listens when Stephen says, "Just step through, I will be right behind you."
He makes his way forward and through the orange glow and his jaw immediately drops and his eyes sparkle with wonder as he takes in his surroundings.
"No bloody way."