[This... is entirely what she wanted to avoid with Steven. She doesn't care about his loneliness, or how much he seemed to had struggle over the course of his time in this world. If anything, she thought he deserved Timothy rubbing happiness in his face. Jack had earned the misery.

To her credit, her expression remains polite as Steven drones on and on. It cracks only at the mere mention of Jack having sex -- but that's a normal reaction to that sort of information, or so she hoped Steven would think.

Once he's done talking, though, her expression shifts into something hard. She draws a breath, convincing herself to maintain at least some measure of amicability as she spoke, though her ability to do so had been worn away the longer Steven spoke.]

To be quite honest, Steven. I can't say I really care about all of that. [She forces herself to smile. It comes out just a touch gnarled at the edges.] I am glad you are happy. I'm glad you feel that you can trust him. But I don't care to hear about the details. I'm sure you understand.