Peter half-laughs on his way to shuffling Walter out the door. "It's for you, Olivia," he says, as though that should be all the explanation she needs. As far as he's concerned, it is.

Steve watches them go with relief. He's gone back to plucking uselessly at Peter's buttons, dreading the moment when he gets dropped off and finds himself alone with nothing to occupy him but the idea of being alone. "Can I ask who Rachel is?"