Oh! [Steven sits up straight and brushes some crumbs off of his busily-pattered button up like he's going to assure this friendly stranger that he's fine, everything is going great, except then he immediately deflates instead. Sorry, Mobius, hope you weren't married to the idea of this exchange being quick or anything.] I've had a bit of a day, if I'm honest. [Does that even mean anything? Minor details, because he's busy gesturing about it with his fork, which has a bit of hash brown on it. The potato falls into his lap and he sighs, defeated.] Have you ever been sleep-walking?
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