You are perfect. Steve is entirely convinced and justifies last night's events with the unspoken tension between you two. When he rolls over, he feels your side of the bed empty. He rubs his eyes and puts on some sweatpants. On his way downstairs, he hears hurried steps. That's when he spots you—a walking mess but decent.

“You’re leaving?” he speaks softly with a frown. His appearance looks disheveled, but the slight hurt in his eyes is evident.