Even before Steve opens the door, Maeve knows she probably shouldn't be here. She's cutting it a little close to the curfew at the Home, though she's not really worried about it, given that she'll be out of there in just over a week. It's not being late that's got her thinking she shouldn't be here, but the fact that she's still not eighteen and she's still not sure what she and Steve are even doing.

It's been months since she's come here now. Months since she's last seen Otis and honestly, with everything he'd done and said, she's not so sure she's still in love with him anyway. It's just all kind of mixed up and Maeve hates being mixed up.

But she knows she likes Steve. She likes being around him. She likes kissing him. Whatever that means... well, they'll figure it out or they won't.

When the door opens and he's standing there shirtless, she can't help but arch a brow, smirking faintly. "Dingus, huh? That's what you call Robin?"