Eva gave a short nod of her head. "Last time he was-" her mouth didn't like forming the words that came next. "Last time was injured, I brought food over to make sure he was eating something other than the loads of frozen whatever animal he killed." Eva finally explained. Though getting him to eat a vegetable was sometimes harder than getting a small child to.
She reached in the bag briefly and pulled the edge of the horrifically plaid shorts out. "Shorts. Plaid. Enough said I'd think. The only person I know who could survive in plaid and plaid alone." Eva added. There was some part of her that could see the way Rose was distinctly uncomfortable. If she was a better person she would have tried to put her at ease. She wasn't though and she couldn't help but push the familiarities she had of Steve onto the other woman.
Her eyebrow arched slightly even as her stomach had that familiar feeling of disappointment. One that she had no business feeling. This girl was perfect for him, with her blush and sweetness. Eva wasn't sure the last time she had actually blushed, could she anymore? "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He always said there is more than enough room there. I stayed for a few days last time. Making sure he was alright. Plenty of closet space."
Eva turned her head away from Rose for a moment to look back at the house. "He's still not up for being out is he?" For all her snideness she did care about Steve and it was apparent in her voice.