"What?" Maeve asks, pulling back abruptly to look at Steve. If not for the seriousness of the question, she might laugh, that's how shocked she is. But she sees his glassy eyes, the way he can't quite look at her and instead she hugs him again, harder this time, very nearly curling herself into his lap.

"No, you idiot," she says into his chest. "I'm not breaking up with you. Are you breaking up with me?"

God, now that she's asked it, she certainly hopes not. The thought to break up with him hadn't even occurred to her, no matter how afraid she may be of him resenting her. She hopes he hadn't been considering it on his end.