When Maeve gestures for the bottle, Steve unscrews the cap and takes a long drink before handing it over, wincing slightly at the burn. The liquor settles warm in his belly and he turns his head to listen to her, feeling his expression shift into something sympathetic. And understanding.

"Maeve." He shifts his cigarette to his other hand so he can take Maeve's hand in his own, threading their fingers together as he looks at her face and tries to figure out what to say to that. "Look, I can't promise that we'll be together forever or anything, but we're young, right? We can't promise anything. But I don't just like you because you're hot, and I want to sleep with you. I mean, those things are true," he says, giving her a teasing smile to try and lighten the mood. "But I like you because you're an awesome person, and I'd like to think that we'll always be friends, no matter what happens with the other stuff."

He lifts their joined hands to press a kiss to the back of hers, and then gives her another playful smile before letting his expression go comically serious. "That, and I'm stuck in the city. I literally cannot fuck off."