Unfortunately, Steve knew a losing battle when he saw it. Tavish was not going to relent and ignore Rose, and Rose was not going to take the high road and leave it be. At the moment, both of these people were important to Steve. Tavish was one of his best mates, and Rose was his wife-to-be. A young woman who was surprisingly growing on him, even if he didn't want to admit it. Steve also knew Tavish's threats to be true. If Rose kept going off on him, he would do something about it. Something that would scar Rose and possibly break Steve and Tavish's friendship. That was not something Steve wanted.
With a heavy heart, Steve closed his own journal. "Rose!" he called, trying to sound cheerful. This was not going to be a pleasant evening whatsoever. "Did you eat lunch? Come off the journals, eat with me?" Steve's voice was gentle, and almost pleading. He didn't want the situation to escalate any father than it already had. And if it did - what would happen next week? When he was on patrols without his journal? Without being near Rose to make sure no harm came to her?