"Don't you? Augh, man I am jealous right now. I'm dyin' out here." Steve retreats back to the lowest step that is still technically shaded and takes a seat. He's content to watch Harrow work for a moment or two. The summer heat is oppressive and Steve's asthma does not like it one bit.

"I can imagine. Thanks for coming over to celebrate. It...means a lot to me."