"How did the break up go?" Robin's brows are pitched upwards in an expression of sympathy, waiting for her best friend to tell her about last night so she can console him.
"Well, I started crying because he gave me an eclair--" Steve starts and he watches her brows fall into a furrow as she realises that he hadn't broken up with his friend, Eddie-with-benefits, as he'd dramatically declared he would days ago.
She blows out a breath, reaching out a hand as if to shake him out of his stupor, "Babe, no. We don't give in to fuck-bois just because of chocolately treats."
"No, you don't understand--" he tries.
"Steve," Robin says severely, "you've been fucking that skinny rat of a man for months and he hasn't said one feeling word the entire time."
She interrupts, "He thought that you're easy just because you're bi. Yeah, I know," she scornfully huffs, snagging their fingers together to squeeze his hand tight. She's watched her bestie run himself ragged for months, trying to work out whether Eddie Muson liked him or not, all the while making himself available at the hint of a text message. Running to him at the dead of night, and she's sick of it.
Ready to cut that fucking B if he comes near her sweet, bitchy Steve again.
"Robs," Steve objects, shaking their hands together, "he bought me an eclair."
Robin stops, squinting as she processes the information. Steve has been anti-sugar for months now, posting online all the tricks and tips he's trying to keep away from the temptation, but--he'd confessed to her recently--it was tiring, and he's ready to give up. It's not sustainable and he feels like a right asshole for peddling a way of life to his subscribers that he doesn't truly believe in.
Steve meets her gaze, serious and unrelenting. "Robs," he intones, "he doesn't think I'm a slut; actually, he gave me an eclair."
"He heard me whimper -- like fucking whimper! At some point when I was watching someone eat an eclair and he decided that I was done." Stars fill Steve's eyes and Robin watches with wonderment, thinking that she's seen Steve fall before, but she's never seen the silvery suns reflecting in those hazel eyes be so bright as they are now.
He turns to her fully, chagrin filling his face. "Well, I started crying because he gave me an eclair and then we made out, and..." His mouth moves into a crooked grin, "we spent the entire night together. No sex, just taking and he told me how he'd been holding himself back, thought he'd mess up my brand of all the stupid things."
And Robin sees it. Finally sees it. She sees that it's not just Steve. He can be sweet. He can be a full on bitch. But he's not naive. Not really.
In that smile she sees the the truth and, as he expands, she can only revel in his last confession of: "In the cold light of day, I cooked breakfast and he told me he was going to look after me, for real." He pauses for a beat, "Then we made out some more."
"Wow," Robin drawls with a sly grin, "you opposite of broke up with him."
"He gave me an eclair, Robin!" Steve exclaims.
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