Olivia smiles again, the expression audible in her tone. She's had enough late nights and food runs with Steve that she would have done it without being asked, but he always does anyway. "Of course. I'll see you soon."

She waits for Steve's goodbye before she hangs up, still smiling faintly to herself.

When she pulls up in front of the house, she stacks the bag of takeout on top of one of the boxes of files and carries it up to the door. It means she has to hit the doorbell awkwardly with her shoulder, but she's not especially concerned with her dignity right now.