Steve shrugged philosophically. "Well, I know nobody's perfect. But so far, you're perfect for me." He couldn't imagine meeting anyone who was better-suited for him. Sadly, that meant she had her own hardships and heartbreaks that she'd had to bear, but he hoped he'd be able to help her, if and when the time came, as much as she'd been helping him.

It wasn't the fact that they were there, influencing her, that bothered him, so much as that they seemed to be separate from her, and aware of the outside world. He didn't like the thought of having an audience every single moment he was with her. But if she could deal with his ghosts, he could deal with hers - even if hers were much closer to being literal than his own were. He'd never known her before, when she was a different person, without all the influences of others inside her head. They'd shaped her, more than any casual relationship could. He'd never wish her power on her, but it was a part of her. And he loved her. Simple as that.