"If it was something like that, maybe we could talk about it," Steve replies, brow furrowing as he pulls his hands from his face. "I could like, reassure her or talk to her about it more, but it isn't like that. She just-- it seems like she just doesn't kids. And trying to change her mind would make me an asshole, right? There's just nothing I can do. I can't fix it because nothing's broken. It just-- is."

He swallows hard and slumps back against the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Hopper. "It's probably a good thing. Harrington men are notoriously bad fathers."

Steve knows that he's good with kids, but that's different than being a good parent. What the hell does he know about that, anyway?

"I really am sorry about Sara," Steve says after a quiet moment, belatedly realizing that maybe it was selfish of him to bring this up with Hopper at all. "And I'm sorry for randomly dropping this on you in the middle of the night. That's probably a dick move, but pulling those without thinking is my thing tonight, I guess."