Thankfully, yes

"Well, fuck me," Steve scrubbed his hand through his short sandy hair, his blue eyes wide with shock "It's really you in there isn't it."

You nod, almost sobbing with relief. You'd half expected him to get mad and kick you out on the street for blabbing his personal secrets, but instead he's looking at you with genuine concern in his eyes.

"Oh thank god," you blink back tears as you throw you arms around him and hug him tight, "I don't know what I'd do without you buddy."

He stiffens for a moment obviously suprised by your reaction before relaxing into your embrace. You hear yourself making a soft contented noise as he returns your hug. His strong hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

Suddenly embarrassed you pull away scooting to the far side of the sofa.

"Hey Bro watch the hands," you joke, forcing a too harsh laugh that fails to make things less awkward "I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Sorry, I uh," Steve stammered struggling to keep up with your see-sawing mood before asking the all important question...