She laughs softly, running her thumb down his temple. "I do. Not on purpose is good enough." The best she can ever expect of him, anyway. She's okay with that, because she wouldn't do anything else if she were in his position.

Olivia frowns at the notepad, and nods a little. She takes the pen and writes back, Will he be in contact?

Right. They're still having a verbal conversation. If anyone is listening. She's honestly not sure anymore. Olivia drops her hand, and leans against Steve's shoulder. "Okay. So he's off the leash and no one's pointing him anywhere. Where do we start looking?"