"Oh, it's a blast. I used to go when I was in Boy Scouts," Steve tells her, because of course he was a Boy Scout. If it was something that would get Steve out of the house on the weekends, his parents signed him up. "Went to summer camp every year, and all that. Parents couldn't wait to get me out of the house."
While he's in the bedroom, he grabs a strip of condoms from the dresser along with a pack of wet wipes. Maeve's on the pill, but better safe than sorry, especially given her past experience. Neither of them want to be parents, and Steve doesn't ever want her to have to make that decision again, not after seeing the look on her face that day. Steve will happily wear a condom if it protects her from having to go through that.
Plus, condoms mean less mess!
"Then we used to go in high school sometimes. Very different vibe than the Boy Scout trips," he tells her, ducking into the bathroom to grab their toothbrushes. "Which reminds me that I need to run by the dispensary."
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While he's in the bedroom, he grabs a strip of condoms from the dresser along with a pack of wet wipes. Maeve's on the pill, but better safe than sorry, especially given her past experience. Neither of them want to be parents, and Steve doesn't ever want her to have to make that decision again, not after seeing the look on her face that day. Steve will happily wear a condom if it protects her from having to go through that.
Plus, condoms mean less mess!
"Then we used to go in high school sometimes. Very different vibe than the Boy Scout trips," he tells her, ducking into the bathroom to grab their toothbrushes. "Which reminds me that I need to run by the dispensary."