[ Riley's scramble to catch Steve's shaky collection of body parts means he manages to go precisely nowhere. He falls against the backrest after the brief period of exertion, panting shallowly. ]

My apartment's down the hall, remember...

[ Yet, he makes no further attempt to move. He just sits there, blinking slowly as he waits for his eyes to adjust to the half-dark. ]

You wouldn't have to... look at that. You wouldn't have to see anything like that, period. [ His neck animates clumsily, picking up his head and dropping it again once it's faced in her direction. ] Work was... where it got me.