"I mean, I wasn't going to say anything," Steve says with an amused smirk, watching their hands until she lets go of him. He stands up and then gives her a smile that's more genuine.

Friends. He does like the sound of that, even if it's nothing near what he would have expected.

"I like it too," he tells her, looking over his shoulder when the door buzzer sounds. "Go take a shower, nerd."

He answers the door as she disappears down the hall, grateful for the moment to just process everything that just happened. He sets the pizza on the coffee table and gathers some plates and napkins, trying not to wonder over how easily he settled into living on his own. Steve was a latchkey kid pretty much his whole life, so he's used to making his own food and cleaning up after himself. He's used to being on his own. This is just that, but on a bigger scale.

The shower is still running, and Steve goes into his room to change into a pair of sweats, because he feels pretty done with the day. He grabs another pair and stands awkwardly in front of the bathroom door before opening it just a crack and turning his head away.

"Robin!" He calls out as he slides his arm through the narrow crack to toss the pants in the direction of the counter. "I brought you comfy pants!"