"Well, that was a pretty big six days."
Steven and Connie sat on the steps of the Beach House, the sun slowly rising. The Diamonds had just left, and if he was honest, Steven still hadn't quite compartmentalized everything that'd happened. It was still a blur, and he imagined he'd be having nightmares about grey, smiling gems for a while.
"You think they're actually good now?" asked Connie.
"I guess we'll have to wait and see," he said, "I... I don't know, Connie. Everything's so different now."
Connie smiled, taking Steven's hand.
"Well," she said, "Maybe not everything..."