Steve is still pretty tense as he looks at the hand on his shoulder, before swallowing and moving to set the beers down on a counter so he can open them. Okay, so this is apparently a Thing. It's not a problem, just...very much unexpected and Steve still feels like he's intruding.

Beer is finally released from it's prison. Steve wastes no time in gulping down a mouthful just to have something to do aside form shoving his foot further into his mouth. The other he holds loosely, waiting for Matt to free up either of his hands, really.

After a moment of him not letting Verity go, Steve does squint at him a bit.

"Do you want yours or not? Because I'm fine drinking both of them over here by myself." He's teasing, and besides Steve is ninety pounds he should really not do that over anything short of a couple hours, at least.

"Only if Murdock promises not to put his family's boxing prowess on me for accepting."