The jeering call comes at a distance- apparently the reporter is bold enough to insult Olivia, but not dumb enough to do it where she can get an easy grip on him. Steve is already at the street when Olivia catches up. His fingers twitch in their fists, his effort to keep himself under control showing. The vet at the cart rolls himself between Steve and the entrance to the park, a tiny barricade against the curious.
"Thank you," Steve says, quietly. "Tony told me coming every Saturday was a mistake, he said I should change up the days, but-" He shrugs, drags in a long, slow breath and says, "Thank you. For what you did back there. You didn't have to."
He glances down at her and then at his shoes. "Really, thank you."
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The jeering call comes at a distance- apparently the reporter is bold enough to insult Olivia, but not dumb enough to do it where she can get an easy grip on him. Steve is already at the street when Olivia catches up. His fingers twitch in their fists, his effort to keep himself under control showing. The vet at the cart rolls himself between Steve and the entrance to the park, a tiny barricade against the curious.
"Thank you," Steve says, quietly. "Tony told me coming every Saturday was a mistake, he said I should change up the days, but-" He shrugs, drags in a long, slow breath and says, "Thank you. For what you did back there. You didn't have to."
He glances down at her and then at his shoes. "Really, thank you."