He'd opened his bottle and started drinking while she was. Drinking and talking, the creases in his cheeks from his smile staying even as he tipped his head and kept drinking. Eyes merry over it when he pulled it away, pausing for some air and the way she shifted, like a car, easy between gears, jumping from girl to snappy bravado in seconds.

It's always been one of the things they can both do a lot with each other.
Slip and slide through the completely different faces and facets that are all theirs.

Enough that it keeps the smile at his mouth, watching her push off the truck and walk around the front corner. Shaking his head, as he drank more of the water, turning to the open doors still smiling. Pulling the zipper down from the duffle still there and tossing the medium green towel across the center console to her seat, just as she was getting to the door.

Smooth, smug smile, like somehow it wasn't giving in at all. For either of them.

He, usually, gave her what she wanted. Eventually.

Steve grabbed a second bottle of water, working on downing the very last of the first. Head still throbbing, body still thrumming, even as his heart rate was working itself down. He capped the empty one and tossed it into a trash can not too many feet off. Opening the he second bottle, as he levered up into the drivers seat, dragging out his phone first to see if anyone had called while he was running.