After sex with Jack--which was amazing, even better than usual, and he definitely needs to steal things and strangle guards more often if this is the reward he gets--Steven really does mean to go and check to see that Tyler's okay after his first heist. Lydia, he's not so worried about. Not with everything she's done--and god, someday he needs to get her to tell him more about Wonderland, because it sounded utterly amazing. But Tyler... Tyler he doesn't know about. Even if Tyler is like them--and is it terrible that part of Steven hopes he is?--that doesn't mean he'd have necessarily known that he was until the heat of the moment.

Steven remembers freaking out over his own first heist, over how much he'd like it. He doesn't want Tyler to have to deal with that longer than he has to.

Except it doesn't really matter what he wants when he closes his eyes for a moment and suddenly it's morning and Jack's getting out of bed and Steven realizes that he might have fucked up a little again, but he can get on things now.

So once he's conscious enough to type into his phone, Steven gets his bathrobe out and one of his pairs of pajama pants and heads down the hall to the guest room they'd given Tyler, texting him on the way.

Hey. How are you feeling? First heists are... kind of overwhelming. I know mine was.

Mm, he can already smell Jack making something nice in the kitchen.