"Definitely wouldn't want that," Steve agrees, deciding to just brace himself by leaning back against the door and pulling off one shoe, then the other, setting them neatly next to the door frame.

Then he straightens up, not exactly nervous, but not exactly not. Maybe this feels like a big deal, in that way that a lot of things feel like a big deal to Steve, even if they're not. But B's not treating it like one, and it's not like Steve doesn't actually want this, so he drifts over to the CD player, even though he kind of expects to be batted out of the way so B can pick the music.