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Steve's favorite song came out when he was twelve. It was the kind of music Tommy and Carol's parents listened to, and he heard it when he was with them. He liked to dance, moving with his eyes closed, just following the music.
Robin walked in on him dancing to the song, once. He didn't notice she was there—the music was loud and it was all he was hearing. "Tell me, why do you have to pick one?" Peter Allen sang from the cassette player. Robin laughed. Steve stopped dancing.
"'Bi-Coastal,' Stevie? How did you think you were straight?" Robin giggled, twirling a bit with the song.
"Uh, I didn't," Steve corrected her. "I just knew I wasn't gay. What does that have to do with Peter Allen?"
"Everything!" Robin exclaimed, shaking her hands. "This song is so bisexual."
"Just because the name says bi—" Steve began.
"All those boys on Broadway," Allen sang.
"Oh, God."
"Good thing you're pretty enough for California," Robin teased, grabbing his hand. "Don't just stand there. We're dancing, baby."
Steve grinned, letting her pull him in close. "This is my favorite song," he told her.
"It's a good one," Robin reassured him. "Dance, Stevie."