It's not like Steven's helpless. He's gotten pretty good at taking care of himself. Before he moved in with the other Crystal Gems, his dad made sure he could handle the basics - human things the Gems might forget about. He can cook simple meals and keep things tidy (well, he could, if he really wanted things to look neat, the way Pearl does). He doesn't need a babysitter.
But he doesn't like the idea of having an apartment all to himself, either. There's something sort of unfriendly about all these doors, bare except for their numbers and preemptively shut. He hasn't been here very long, but from what the Balladeer's told him, he's getting the impression that the rift people haven't banded together as much as Steven presumed they would.
Aren't they lonely?
The Balladeer's apartment isn't too reassuring on that point. It's nice, but there's no friendly mess, no traces left by visitors. His breath catches when he spies the stand of instruments - there's the ukulele! - but overall, it's less warm-looking than he would have expected, considering how nice the Balladeer is. Maybe he's lonely, when he's not out busking.
But hey, he wouldn't be lonely if Steven was staying with him! Maybe that's why he offers. Still, Steven doesn't want to impose. "Are you sure?" he asks, fiddling with his hoodie strings. "I mean, it's okay if you want your own space." The Gems all have their own rooms in the temple, after all. It's the lack of common space here that throws him, not the thought of people wanting to get away sometimes.
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But he doesn't like the idea of having an apartment all to himself, either. There's something sort of unfriendly about all these doors, bare except for their numbers and preemptively shut. He hasn't been here very long, but from what the Balladeer's told him, he's getting the impression that the rift people haven't banded together as much as Steven presumed they would.
Aren't they lonely?
The Balladeer's apartment isn't too reassuring on that point. It's nice, but there's no friendly mess, no traces left by visitors. His breath catches when he spies the stand of instruments - there's the ukulele! - but overall, it's less warm-looking than he would have expected, considering how nice the Balladeer is. Maybe he's lonely, when he's not out busking.
But hey, he wouldn't be lonely if Steven was staying with him! Maybe that's why he offers. Still, Steven doesn't want to impose. "Are you sure?" he asks, fiddling with his hoodie strings. "I mean, it's okay if you want your own space." The Gems all have their own rooms in the temple, after all. It's the lack of common space here that throws him, not the thought of people wanting to get away sometimes.