"Sorry," she says, realizing belatedly Gideon had been asking her a wordless question. The beer is very, very welcome, even though Maeve doesn't drink often and very rarely drinks because she's in a mood. Right now, though, it's exactly what she wants.

"Thank you," she says as she takes one of the beer bottles, fiddling with the cap absently. "He did and... maybe I did, too. It's like he just realized how much he actually wants to be a dad and hadn't realize before this how much I do not want to be a mum."