Steve figured that Maeve would get him a gift, but he really has no idea what to expect. He perks when she brings the box over to him, reaching out to accept it from her. She grabs her gift, settles back on the sofa, and the question implies that they'll open the gifts at the same time. He likes that idea. Maybe that way he won't stare at her like a nervous creep.

"Ready," Steve says, smiling over at her and then ducking his head to focus on excitedly unwrapping the gift. He liked Christmas growing up, because what kid doesn't, but he could always guess what was going to be under the tree for him. It'd be whatever was popular, whatever every other kid was getting, standard spoiled rich kid fare. Yeah, he liked it, but he wasn't ever surprised.

Getting a Christmas gift from Maeve makes him feel almost giddy, excited like he's a little kid, and he opens the box with his tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth in concentration. He lifts the messenger bag out, brows raising as he pushes the box away to hold the bag in his lap, running his fingers along the soft leather. He turns it over and lets out a surprised breath when he sees his initials on it.

"Maeve, I love this," he says sincerely, because it's probably one of the most thoughtful gifts that he's ever been given. It's something personal, something that he'll have use for, that'll be with him every day.