Steve pressed his back hard against the wall, pressing as far away from Verity as he could get. He knew this would happen, but he didn't want it. He wanted to tell her to calm down, that everything would be okay, but he couldn't. Verity hardly knew him - she wouldn't be calmed by his asking. As for saying everything was okay, well he just couldn't promise that. Pushing his hands onto the floor, Steve slowly slid up the wall. He had a feeling that him sitting there and ignoring her intense stare would just infuriate her more.
"It's in France." I think. "Supposed to be in France," he added quickly. Verity had either overheard that conversation, or innately knew it was there. Otherwise she wouldn't be dreaming in French. Her dreams were so obvious, how had it taken so long for him to realize? Meeting her gaze, Steve thought the words that didn't need to be said. She was supposed to be in France, too. There was no telling where or what Lucas had done with the baby. Steve could only pray Lucas had sent the child to France, where he'd promised Steve Verity would follow.
Though he wanted to say 'I'm sorry', the words just didn't seem to fit.