Maeve hands him the cigarette and Steve is reminded of just how well they work together, and how much he doesn't want to lose her. After taking a drag, he sits down on the bench next to her, mirroring her position by putting his feet up on the railing next to hers.

When she starts talking, he feels hopeful. By the time she's finished, he doesn't really know how to feel, other than angry at the asshole who treated her so badly. He doesn't understand what she's trying to say, not really, so he takes a moment to consider her words.

"Maeve, if you don't want to be my girlfriend, I'd still be your friend," he assures her, shrugging helplessly before taking another deep drag. "I mean, yeah, it'll truly suck for a bit because I really like you, but I wouldn't want to stop being your friend."