"Jack said it happened to him," Steven says and he doesn't say how it happened, because while being high is really good at numbing the things that need numbing, Jack did not-die in a way that's basically Steven's worst reoccurring nightmare and he doesn't want to think about his boyfriend being beaten to death.

"I mean. Fuck. I believe Jack? He's a lot of things but not a liar. Not to me." He bites his lip, because god the internal struggle right here, right now is real. He could. Do what he'd been longing to do. But to Lydia, who he quite frankly adores in an utterly platonic fashion. And it might not even work. God. She could be wrong about becoming at lich again too, if they've been made human.

"Do you-- fuck. Do you really want me to test it out on you, Lydia? Are you, fuck, completely sure? I mean, fuck, God, isn't this something to plan while sober?"