Maeve is relieved when Steve leaves, relieved when he steps back, and not because she thinks there's anything wrong with wanting to fool around with someone, or even sleep with them if that's what it would come to. He's made it pretty clear it can't, because she's too young, but Maeve's not the sort to shame anyone for wanting something. It's the liking him bit she's worried about.

It's possibly ruining a friendship. But then maybe she's already done that. Maybe there's no going back from being here, from actually liking him and him knowing it, too. God, this is why she stays away from boyfriends.

When he walks down the hall, Maeve sighs heavily, but silently, then takes another long drink of her beer before she walks into the living room to wait for him.

When he comes back, she smiles and shrugs. "They said not until the beginning of October, so I won't be able to enrol at Barton or... wherever, until the winter semester." Then she sits, sinking down beside him, one leg tucked under her body.