As Eva stiffened, Steve simply kept his arms firm. When it came to emotions, Steve really had no idea what he was doing. He'd heard and assumed that supportive body contact was preferred. He knew, from previous experience, that Eva could use a hug or two when she was upset. So for now, Steve would continue hanging on. Eva wasn't pulling away, which was a good sign. Or so he was pretty sure.
While Eva talked, Steve listened. "You're not so ace at getting away with it anymore," Steve chided with a smile. He let his arms drop to his sides, and he took one of Eva's hand into his. The couch was right there, and Steve simply sat and guided her to sit beside him. Holding her hand was good, right? He had vague memories of his mother doing the same to his father. Or maybe that was for another reason.
It hadn't been her fault. Steve had heard all about the accident, but he'd never heard her side. He already knew what she believed, he'd suspected it before, but now he knew. The tattoo told him everything he needed to know. "Tell me what happened," Steve said calmly. He'd never been good for small talk.