If Steve is any good at communicating, it's only because he's learned from his many mistakes. He was a bad boyfriend over and over again and he doesn't want to be that anymore. He wants to be better, and Maeve makes it almost easy.

As he follows Maeve down the hallway, he feels a small flutter of nerves, but if he's honest, also a little thrilled by the idea. It's something new, something exotic, and it thrills him like doing something for the first time always does. Even if he doesn't end up liking it, he'll still have tried it, and that's awesome.

Once they're in the bedroom, Steve shuts the door with one hand and runs the other through his hair, charmingly awkward as he looks from the bed to her face. "So, uh, how do we do this?" He rolls his eyes at himself and then moves a little closer to her. "I mean, I know how, but, uh-- is it lame that I'm nervous?"