Steve has totally lost track of this conversation, and his face feels hot for some reason. Eddie and Maeve talk about sex dreams about him, leaning in toward one another, and Steve looks back and forth between the two of them and feels-- well, confused, mostly. That isn't all that rare. Steve is often confused, but this feels different. He's Confused, with a capital C.

They both have great hair. Maeve's looks like it might be softer and Steve finds himself wanting to reach out and touch them both to be sure, but he doesn't. He just sits there, pink in the cheeks and Confused.

"Well, I'm offended," he declares, maybe with a bit of bravado to try and hide that he's a little freaked out for reasons he can't seem to specify. "Not one sex dream about me? That's rude of your id. I'm great in bed and even better in dreams, I bet."