Last spark from the ashes

Steve drops his gaze. He nods once. "You made it out though." He murmurs so quiet he probably can't be well heard in the moment. Like Bryn, Steve is well glad enough to move on.

"Well, in the city you deal with pollution that time of year, so it's really just a 'pick your poison' kind of thing." He shrugs but the rest has him considering. "Ah, I...don't actually have many local friends here. Sometimes, if my neighbor invites me over I go to her house and watch with her and her husband. But usually I just have a game up while I'm working on my art."