"Ooh, foreplay," he jokes, but he stops the tickling and holds her hand instead, following after her as he gets his keys out of his pocket. After letting them into the apartment, Steve calls out for Robin and gets no response, so he does a lazy sort of fist pump and tosses his keys onto the table. Not that he doesn't want to see Robin, but it's a relief to have the apartment to themselves for the night.

"I'm pretty sure whatever it was wore off," he assures her as he kicks off his shoes and locks the door, tugging off his jacket as he walks towards the kitchen. "Man, she really did get ripped off."

Steve goes into the kitchen to grab himself a sports drink and Maeve a bottle of water from the fridge, holding them both in one hand as he runs the other through his hair on his way to the sofa, gesturing for Maeve to follow him. "I think I'm gonna make it, babe."