[ It's a sentiment he very much understands. A pause from Stephen, looking inward and thinking back, and then - ]

You'll feel it. At least, you'll feel something. A draw. Ignore it and you'll follow it sooner or later, without necessarily realising what you're doing or why, and then you're his - but if you catch it, there's time.

[ He hadn't caught it. There hadn't been time. But it does at least mean that he can help with this. ]

Do you have anyone you can rely on to keep you contained?

[ It's a small question with big implications. Stephen holds Nacho's gaze through the discomfort, the conversation important enough to warrant it. ]

Better if they're not vulnerable themselves.