They have to shut their eyes tight for a moment, against the burning threat of tears. They're not sure if it's right or not, but-- it's their name. And Steve's saying it. Even the... the other Steve tried to avoid saying it. Which was fine, they understood. It was hard. It's probably hard now, too, for this Steve.

But there it is again. They manage a strangled sort of, "Hi, Steve." Then: "Come sit down, I'm gonna crane my neck lookin' at you." There's plenty of couch left.