"Stevie..." The blush had him smiling, his fingers stroking Steve's side. The shyness, the innocence - how could he help but lean down for a kiss? "Everything's gonna be okay, Steve," he promised, thumb making arcs against his skin. "You're right where you belong. With me, with Clark and Lois, and even with Diana, for all I just met 'er today. I don't think there's much you could do that would screw this up. I've just gotta remember to say if something bothers me, and you've gotta do the same thing."