“Please,” he replies with a scoff. He pulls two IPAs out and pops the caps off before handing one to Maeve, and then takes a long sip of his own. She lifts the bottle to her mouth and Steve’s eyes widen a bit, because that leads to dangerous thoughts. Christ, he hasn’t been this keyed up since he was fourteen.

“Be right back,” he says suddenly, blinking at her before disappearing down the hall to his room. He sets his beer down and slaps his cheeks a little before pulling on a black tee and heading back out to the living room. It’s fine. He can do this. He can be chill.

“So, no test results yet, I assume,” he says as he drops down onto the sofa and gestures to the cushion next to him. “If you’re bored enough to grace me with your presence.”