When Steve looks over at Maeve again, she's staring down at the necklaces with tears in her eyes. They're good tears, he thinks, but something in his gut twists at seeing Maeve cry at all and he moves closer to her, holding the messenger bag in his lap as his other arm goes around Maeve's shoulders. He looks down at the necklaces in the box, identical aside from the initial and the chain length, and then back at the side of her face.

"Does this mean that you like them?" He asks quietly, kissing away a tear on her cheek before nudging his nose against her temple, giving her shoulders a squeeze. "Maybe it's a little old-fashioned, but I got one for me, too. If you're wearing mine, then I want to wear yours, you know? 'cause we're a team."