"I grew up in a huge house," Steve tells her, but he isn't trying to brag and he hopes she doesn't take it that way. He just wants Maeve to know him. "But it was always empty. I'm pretty sure my parents only had me for like, the optics. That's what they were supposed to do. But I was always alone."

He shrugs, because it always feels strange to talk about his upbringing, like he can't complain because he had a big house and money. At least he had that. Maeve didn't.

"Come on, let's get in," Steve says, kissing the side of her head before standing up and stepping into the giant tub once it's almost full. After turning off the tap, he settles against the back of the tab and pats at the surface of the water between his legs, smiling up at her.