"No," he says, then pauses. "I didn't think so. I - it's polite to ask. I could've gone to a hotel."

He's so tired. He should probably stop talking. So he does, letting himself relax against her - and that's all the invitation he overtaxed body needs to shut down. Steve fights sleep, briefly, as he realizes it's coming, forcing himself to sit up properly. He gives the direction of Olivia's bedroom a bleary stare. "I suppose that means moving."

It doesn't occur to him that the Chinese food hasn't arrived. Right now all he really wants is a pillow.