Me too, he thinks. He says, "Thank you," just as quietly as Olivia.

He doesn't realize he's tightened his grip on the cup until it shatters in his hands, little bits of glass and hot tea pouring over his fingers and spattering his pants and the floor. Steve winces and reaches for a napkin to pat lightly at the stains. "Sorry - I didn't- that's not the first time that's happened, don't worry about it."