He was. When it doesn't come, he raises his eyebrows and glances at Henry - and promptly realizes he's basing his expectations on Oscar Wilde's words, which is exactly what he promised himself he wouldn't do. Somehow it's harder with Wotton.

"You're not wrong." Steve's voice changes, all but imperceptibly. Even in his disillusionment he has a helpless affection for his home. "Sometimes I think it's a miracle that it's all one place, with how different the cities and the people can be, but then someone says something or does something and I'm reminded how it all fits. Like a puzzle that keeps getting painted over and taken apart for us to figure out again."