"I can see where you would be led to think that," Steve slowly replies, leaning back against the pillows as he props himself up on one elbow, his other arm slung across his front. "I don't know, I guess - well, I thought, back home, that that was just, you know, you. Just Danny. I didn't know there was anything else to it, even if maybe, deep down, I was hoping - anyway, and then we got here, and you called me gorgeous, and then you didn't want to talk to me afterwards, so I had to try to follow you to see if we could actually hold a conversation lasting for more than five minutes before you tried to make an exit, but then I overheard you talking to Rachel, telling her how you felt about me, and - "

He draws in a breath, looking down at the rumpled bedcovers. "It was like everything finally clicked into place for me, everything I had been confused about feeling or trying to convince myself that I wasn't, because it turned out you felt something, too."