It's lucky that Steven's willing to roll with the Balladeer's questionable understanding of personal boundaries. Ever since coming into the real world, he's been pretty enthusiastic about the idea of non-violent physical contact.

"Sure!" He agrees, altering their course slightly to make for the nearest station. He rides rarely enough that he's not sure of the exact schedule, but he's sure they won't have to wait too long regardless. Home's only a few stops away. "But stay close, okay? It's crowded down there." That's another reason he doesn't take the train much. The sound isn't unbearable, but it can get uncomfortable, especially if he starts to think too hard about it. Why bother unless he has to?

It's a small enough thing, though, and Steven's renewed happiness is easily worth it.

Manhattan streets aren't as packed as the subway stations, but they're still pretty crowded all on their own. The Balladeer didn't quite appreciate it before he had a smaller person to keep tabs on. Ordinarily he's not shy about making his way through, guitar case and all, but he slows his steps and is careful to keep near Steven as they head towards the station. "People busk in the subway stations sometimes too," he shares idly as they go. "Usually when it gets cold. I'm not sure if any of my friends will be down here today."