"I think that's love," Steven points out quietly with a small smile, giving Maeve a little shrug. "I'd steal an empty safe everyday if it meant I could spend five minutes being with you." If he was her loverboy, of course, which he isn't. Sounds like something dumb Marc would do too, honestly. It's romantic in that bizarre, peculiar way men who communicate in a series of noncommittal grunts do romantic things. Steven would've just send a text like, 'hey, how's it going, I think you're pretty cool, you wanna hang out?' and save on all the damages.

But that's probably why Steven is still single. He's not scratching enough hardwood floors with empty safes.

"I'm always happy to hear more. I like stories. If you'd ever like to tell me another one sometime, I'm in room 135. I'll listen, about Hector or anyone else you want to talk about," he offers.