"Probably," Steve agrees, not sounding too thrilled about it. He doesn't have to ask for more details, because the Untouchables explains itself. They exist at every high school in every time, without question. For so long, that's what Steve thought he wanted;; the popularity, the power, the smugness in thinking that he was better than everyone else.

But he was wrong. So totally, completely wrong.

"Hopefully they'll also come to learn that it's all bullshit before it's too late," he says, twisting in the water so that he's treading instead of floating, ghosting a hand along Maeve's side before turning his head to kiss the inside of her arm once she's close enough. He noses at her shoulder and then at the side of her breast, letting his bottom lip rest against her skin as he looks up at her with big, earnest eyes. "I'm glad that you like me now. Like, really glad."