You mean, aside from getting some real sun in this place? [ Steve tilts his head, glancing in Nancy's direction with that kind of familiar teasing half-smile she probably remembers seeing a lot, way-back-when. He realizes that since he got here, he hasn't really had a whole lot of reason to smile, or laugh, or do anything that wasn't being worried or trying to survive or making real efforts to cheer up the kid when she was down.

It's been ... kind of exhausting, really. Steve doesn't generally think of himself as the responsible type, the kind who takes on the burden of other people's feelings but it's kind of what he's been trying to do here. It's not a bad thing but ... sometimes he misses when he didn't know monsters existed. Like, actually existed.

He shrugs. ] I don't know. I miss movies. Music. [ He turns away from Nancy to stare straight ahead, running a hand through his hair. He huffs an exasperated laugh. ] I miss when my hair used to look awesome.