Maeve nods, biting her lower lip to hold back the small smile she's wearing. So often, before Steve, she felt like all her relationships with immature, like they couldn't talk about anything, like the slightest disagreement had to turn into a fight.

And maybe they'd still had a bit of a fight about it, but they talked, then they took some time, and they're talking again. All that is more than Maeve has ever had before.

"Yeah," she agrees. "I think that sounds like a really solid plan."