It's awkward. Things with Maeve have never really been awkward, which is kind of the beauty of their whole thing, and that makes Steve feel awful. But then she smiles at him, even laughs a little, and she doesn't look mad at him. He feels a flare of hope and swallows hard, watching as she walks by him.

"Hi," he says again, chuckling a little and shutting the door. He runs his fingers through his hair and has to resist the urge to reach out and touch her, and also the one to drop to his knees and beg her not to dump him. It's maybe to avoid the second that he gives into the first, or maybe he just can't help himself.

He steps forward and wraps his arms around her in a hug, keeping it chaste and innocent, but that's easy because he isn't even thinking about sex right now. It just feels like it's been forever since he touched her, so he just holds on and rests his cheek on the top of her head, eyes closed as he waits to see if she'll hug him back or push him away.

If she hugs him back, it doesn't mean that she isn't going to break up with him, but at least it will mean she doesn't hate him.