That's not something Steve thought about bringing along when he was on the clock, so to speak, so he reluctantly slows down and feels, for all the world, like a teenage boy in the backseat of a car. He wills his heart to stop hammering in his chest and lays his hands against hers, touching the backs of them lightly.

"I got a little ahead of myself," he says, giving her a little grin. "Sorry. I'll have to go to the store tomorrow and take care of that."