In a rare turn, Maeve is so distracted by the gift in her hands that she barely notices Steve's reaction to what she's got for him. She hates that she's missed it, but maybe it's worth it, because in the box nestled between her hands is a perfect little necklace.

One for her, she thinks, and one for him.

The length of the chair is just right, too, short enough to hang above the other necklaces she wears so it isn't covered by anything else and Maeve is biting the inside of her lip, trying not to tear up, when Steve speaks.

"Oh," she says, looking up quickly before she brushes the back of her hand against her cheek. "You like it? I thought it would be something you could use over and over..."