Steve shrugged, glancing away, his eyes drawn to the residents of the party and the volunteers milling around, chatting in small groups or standing alone but attentive. "It depends," he finally said. "I actually enjoy being around people, but lately it's been... a little much." He didn't get into details, but he thought she might understand anyway. It wasn't just that crowds made him nervous because anyone could jump out and attack him (although there was that aspect, as well), but crowds made him feel lonelier, lately. He would catch himself glancing around, looking for a familiar face, and be struck again with the realization that he was completely alone. It was the utterly mundane that seemed to trip him up so often these days.

"I guess we'll just see how it goes. My apartment's not too far from the bridge, anyway. If it's too crowded, we can head back and not miss anything." Either option sounded good to him, right now. The roof would be less crowded, a quiet spot where they could chat without being overheard. But on the bridge they could have the anonymity of the crowd; just another couple of people, there to watch the fireworks. That'd be nice, too.