“I don’t want to resent you, either,” Steve says quietly. He wants to tell her that he won’t ever do that, and he wants it to be true, but can he say that for certain?

He hopes that he can, and that if they’re still together in their thirties and people around them are having kids, he can make peace with what he chose. If she gives him the chance to try and choose, that is.

Steve is quiet for a long moment, eyes burning as he swallows, chin wobbling against the top of Maeve’s head.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He’s embarrassed by how he sounds, hoarse and raw and on the verge of tears, but he needs to know.