“I guess so,” he admits, listening to Hopper speak and biting his lip. On the one hand, it feels stupid. “I don’t want a kid right now. Or even soon. Just… someday. It feels dumb to be sad about not getting something I don’t even want right now.”

It’s because of the daydreams that he has sometimes. His mind will wander to some vague future, him and Maeve older and sitting on a beach, holding hands while watching their kids play in the sand. A happy little family like he never had. A fantasy.

“Do you think I’d be a good dad?” Steve asks in a pathetic little voice that makes him squeeze his eyes shut tight.