[ in steve's search, he's all but forgotten about geralt's presence behind him, momentarily confused and then motivated to figure out if his hunch was right. if there's something in here for him to find. and when he does, he's not exactly sure if it is really something to uncover, so much as it's a statement of the fact of why this room exists.

it's been a long time since steve's really felt disappointed in his father (he learned early enough that if he didn't expect anything but an asshole, it was easier when that was all he got).

with the flier in his hand, it all kind of rushes back to him. enough that he feels almost embarrassed when geralt asks and steve realizes what is happening and oh, oh he just kind of totally wigged out in front of him, didn't he? ]

What? No- I mean, sort of? [ steve straightens back up, brochure still in hand. ] My room room is downstairs, but this is where I'd hide when I was little when I was mad at my dad. [ he huffs a kind of self-conscious laugh, a shrug. ] Before I realized he was just always going to be like that. It's...stupid. It doesn't matter. [ with one last look at the brochure, steve crumples the paper in his hand and stuffs it into the pocket of his jacket, turning back around. ]

We should keep going.