Disappointment filled in the girl's chest and welled into her throat. Immediately her lips were in a tight frown, her cheeks puffing out into a pout. It was the expression she always unintentionally took on when she was disappointed or didn't get her way. Olivia wasn't necessarily spoiled but when she was looking forward to a promise being fulfilled it was always a let down when she didn't get what was promised to her. She was glowering at her brother when Steve spoke up. Fortunately for Ethan, Olivia had missed the silent plead for help that he had sent to his roommate who was handling the situation a lot better than he would have. 

Ethan wasn't short-tempered but more so short of patience. Handling an argument with Olivia was not on his agenda right now as the blonde could be rather...persistant. As Steve spoke Olivia's features softened, her cheeks deflating as her hazel eyes settled on him. She took his words into consideration, her eyes lowering, lashes fluttering as she nodded her head, completely missing the glance Steve and her brother shared. Her eyes had moved back to Steve when he finished. Her expression completely dissolved into one of submission. Letting out a sigh, she turned from the two men and headed up the stairs without a word. [i]God,  why does Steve have to be such a cinnamon roll.[/i] She blushingly thought to herself, finding it hard to argue with the man after his well-spoken words of reason and smile.

Ethan's shoulders relaxed as he mouthed a silent 'thank you' to his roommate. The man was truly a lifesaver in more ways than one and Ethan was going to owe Steve [i]big[/i] time when all was said and done. If anything he owed him a drink, or two, for that matter. Ethan followed his sister up the stairs to their apartment mentally noting that he also needed to take a page from Steve's book in how to carefully diffuse pouty teens. 

Setting down the last two boxes into what as now Olivia's room, rather than the two men's makeshift office, was a like a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders. Running a hand through his mousy brown hair that was nearly falling into his eyes now that he was close to being due for a hair cut, he went to go slump into the couch in the living room but, it seemed that Olivia already had the idea to do so before him. The blonde was sprawled out on the sofa on her stomach, taking up most of the cushions.  Ethan sighed, instead deciding he needed something to drink.

Two sodas in hand, one for himself and one for his sister, he made a move to take up a spot on the couch by placing a cold soda can against the back of his sister's leg that wasn't covered by her denim shorts. Olivia jerked, immediately moving to sit up on the couch, "What the hell?" She asked throwing a playful smack toward Ethan before taking the offending soda from his hand. 

"You were taking up too much room on the couch, I saw an opening and took it." Ethan said simply, sinking down into the couch and opening the soda.