"Maybe someday," Steve replies quietly, smiling thinly and nodding his head. It isn't a ringing endorsement, and someday doesn't really sound like it would be any time soon, but she isn't against it.

Steve sits down on the arm of the sofa next to her, staring blankly ahead for a moment. His eyes sting, going glossy and pink, and he feels like a fucking idiot for being near tears. It sort of feels like something has been taken from him, something important, but he knows that isn't the case. Things happen, plans change. Maybe in a few years, he won't even want kids. There's a slight possibility that she might change her mind. It's not something that he'd bet on, but anything is possible, so maybe. Maybe, maybe.

"I'm sad," he says suddenly, voice thick in a way that he's immediately embarrassed by. He doesn't know what else to say, but he wants to be honest. "I'll be fine. I just-- I think I might need to be sad for a little while."