"I try not to. Just harder than it usually is today."

Steve rubs at the back of his neck, shrugging his slim shoulders at Amelia's admonishment. He needs to get better about sinking so far into his own head that he forgets about all of his friends out here who care about him. It's a rather bad habit of his.

"You really want to put on a parade here? Don't they take a long time to set up?" He sounds incredulous, really. How would they organize such a thing? And who would even want to?