The Balladeer shrugs, going to kneel before the instrument stands as he takes the guitar out of its case and sets it back in its proper spot. "Nah, don't worry about it." Having any private space at all is still a little bit of a novelty; Steven would be a sight better than the people he used to live alongside. If anything, his main concern is that he really has no idea how to take care of a kid.

Well hey, Steven's not so young. He can probably do lots of things for himself! The Balladeer has a very vague conception of child development, but that seems likely.

Turning back to Steven, he notices the fidgeting. Is he worried? He frowns and gets back to his feet. "I mean, you can get your own if you want! I don't have an extra bed or anything..." And while he doesn't have a lot of furniture to begin with, there's definitely not room for much else in here. There's the couch, of course, but that seems a little unfortunate as a permanent thing. He'd been thrilled to get a bed of his own. Maybe he could find one of those couches that turns into a bed?