"No," Steven says quickly. "I don't really want to be alone." Maybe after he's met everyone else, and knows which doors belong to who, the though of having his own apartment will be less daunting. As it is, the Balladeer's the only friend he has. Why split up if they don't have to?

Brightening, he adds, "I don't mind sleeping on the couch!" He's managed to sleep under far less comfortable circumstances, after all. He hops up onto said couch, gives the upholstery a few assessing pokes, and nods. "This'll be fine."

Steven shrugs off his backpack and pulls it onto his lap. "And I came prepared," he adds. "I've got all sorts of useful stuff in here." See? He's totally worth keeping around!