"I'm not okay with it," he tells her, brow furrowed a bit as he turns to face her on the sofa, pulling one leg up onto it. "I just-- I don't know. Some people just suck, and I didn't want it to ruin our night."

Steve screws his sports drink shut and sets it on the table before leaning back against the sofa, pressing his palms to his eyes. He feels tired and kind of fucking dumb for not realizing what was going on, or being more careful. He isn't victim blaming himself, or whatever. It just sucks.

"I really wanted it to be a good night," he says as he drops his hands and rolls his head to the side to look at her, corners of his mouth quirking up briefly before he looks away.