Maeve doesn't look apprehensive, which Steve takes as a good sign, but he's still nervous. He's confident about a lot of things, but being a good boyfriend isn't really one of them. Except that isn't exactly true. Maybe he's just not confident in his ability to be someone that people continue to love. He never really has been. His parents even got sick of him, not to mention the first girl that he ever actually loved.

But Maeve keeps on sticking around, even when Steve screws up, and he's so fucking grateful.

"I just--" He's nervous and he chuckles a little, cheeks going pink as he reaches up to push his hair out of his face. After taking a fortifying breath, he makes himself meet Maeve's gaze. "When I wake up and you're there next to me, it makes me so fucking happy, and I want that feeling every day. So-- I was wondering if you'd want to move in with me? Or I could move in with you." He smiles hopefully at her and puts his hand on her knee. "Or we could find a place with big windows. I just really want to live with you."