"Oh, babe," he says in a low, fond voice, lightly trailing the pads of his fingers down the side of her face as he smiles at her. "You have me. I'm all yours."

Neither of them are possessive of each other, not really all that jealous, but a part of him does belong to her. That's just fact. He loves her, so he's hers.

"I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He knows that a lot of people have let Maeve down, abandoned her or hurt her or both, and Steve never wants to be one of these people. He wants her to feel safe and secure in that knowledge. "I love you and I am going to keep on doing it for as long as you let me."