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Wayne was having a good day.
He’d spent a good few hours in the morning fishing, and he’d gotten home to an empty trailer that shockingly wasn't covered in crisp packets and empty soda cans from Eddie’s band practice last night, apparently, his nephew had tidied up. Wonders never would cease.
So, Wayne cracked open a cold beer, setting it down beside his deck chair outside on the porch where his dog-eared book was waiting and watched as the condensation rolled down the side of the glass bottle. Yeah, he was having a really, fucking great day, and to make it even better he had the next week off work meaning he would be able to relax as much as he wanted and maybe finish some of the jobs around the trailer that he'd been meaning to do.
“Hey, Mr. Munson,” the red-headed girl from the trailer opposite called as she raced down the steps and over the uneven dirt track towards him, “is Eddie home?”
“Sorry, Kid, he’s out,” Wayne said, settling into his seat, “is it something important?”
He should have just minded his own business and read his damned book, but there was something in her face - a glimmer of worry, or fear? - that made his curiosity get the better of him.
“I don't know,” she said, twisting fingers through messy curls, “I just… I can't get ahold of Steve and when he isn't home he makes sure to have his radio with him and he never turns it off, just in case something happens. He likes to be contactable.”
There it was again, the referenced secret that these kids were all hiding, the unknown horror that they kept to themselves because it was too much to reveal to ‘outsiders’, sometimes it hurt Wayne to know that he was an outsider to his nephew but he trusted the kid enough to know that if he needed to know, he would.
“Maybe he’s in the bathroom or it ran outta batteries or something,” Wayne suggested.
“No,” the girl shook her head, fire blazing behind her eyes, “you don't get it, he just… he wouldn't do this.”
“Alright, Missy, if you belie-”
“Max,” the girl - Max, cut him off with a glower.
“Alright, Max,” he said, she nodded, “do you want me to give you a ride over there? Will that put your mind at ease?”
She shook her head, “nah, it’s fine, I can just skate over, thanks though,” she said.
He glanced at her arm which was still encased in a thick white cast that had been scribbled on by the little nerd group his nephew ran, he could even see Eddie’s familiar scrawl mixed in there. Yeah, he couldn't let her skate like that, she’d end up with another broken bone or something equally terrible. Plus, if Steve found out one of his beloved ducklings had been put at risk like that? Well, Wayne was sure he’d see a whole new side of the Harrington boy.
“Look, Kid, Steve matters a lot to my boy and he also means a lot to me,” Wayne said, “so if there’s even the slightest possibility that there's something wrong, then I’m gonna go over there and check on him. So, seriously, it’s no skin off of my back to take you over there too.”
“Alright,” she said slowly, staring at him carefully.
It was heartbreaking how little trust these kids had in the adults around them, he’d seen it in Steve, Dustin, the quiet one - Will, maybe? - and now this girl. What had the world done to these children to make them think they had to keep their secrets close to their chests? What had the adults done to make them feel like they were completely alone?
“You know, it’ll probably be nothing,” Wayne said, unlocking his car, “we’ll get there and find him and Eddie fast asleep or something.”
“It’s four in the afternoon,” Max deadpanned, “Steve can’t even sleep past four in the morning never mind all the way til the afternoon.”
“I know, I know,” Wayne muttered, “maybe I just wanted to be hopeful that this wasn't gonna be some big deal, oh, put your seatbelt on.”
Max did as instructed, clicking the seatbelt into place without argument and Wayne pulled out of his drive onto the track leaving the trailer park. He was an old hand at dodging the potholes and making the drive as smooth as possible, after all, no one was interested in repairing the road just for the trailer trash of the town.
“Do you think this has something to do with his parents?” Max asked eventually, waiting until they were on the main road towards Loch Nora before speaking.
There it was.
The dark cloud that was hovering above them, the very real possibility that Steve was hurt and unable to call for help. What was interesting though, was that this child had been the one to bring it up.
“You know about that, huh?” Wayne asked, glancing at her quickly before returning his gaze to the road ahead.
“He never admitted anything,” the kid said, he saw her shrug from the corner of his eye, “but it’s obvious when you know what to look for.”
“And… and you know what to look for?” Wayne asked.
Max scoffed and rolled her eyes, “oh, wait, you were asking seriously?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Mr. Munson, you do realise that my stepfather was Neil Hargrove, right?” Max asked.
“I don’t know who that is, Kid,” Wayne admitted.
“Oh,” she trailed off for a moment, “well… lucky you I guess.”
“Did he-” Wayne broke off, taking a deep breath, “did he hurt you?”
She looked at him, “we don't need to talk about this, Sir,” she said.
“You don't need to call me ‘Sir’, Kiddo,” Wayne said, “and… listen, shit, I’m not good at this kinda thing, alright? But if you ever need anyone to talk to, my door is open and I know you don't know me, but any friend of my boys’ is welcome in my home.”
“You really do care about Steve don't you?” Max asked, peering at him curiously.
“Course I do,” Wayne said with a shrug as though it were no big deal.
“That’s good, he needs more people who care,” Max said.
Wayne knew what she was doing - she was changing the subject, obviously not comfortable enough to talk to him about these things, and that was fair. She knew his boys but she didn't know him and had an overwhelming degree of caution around adults. So, he would drop it, for now, maybe he could mention it to Eddie and Steve in the future… the kid trusted them, he at least knew that much after seeing them interact.
“So, Steve’s parents don't care?” Wayne asked.
“They’re never here,” Max said, “hard to care when you’re never around.”
“You ever met them?” Wayne asked her, indicating to turn into Loch Nora, the houses around the entrance already making him feel inferior.
“The Harringtons?”
“Mhm.”
“Nah,” she shook her head, curls bouncing, “whenever they’re home, Steve won’t let us come round, he drops by though, after work.”
“He works a lot when they're home?”
She nodded, “he doesn't like being in his house alone, but he hates it more when they’re there.”
It made sense, Wayne could still vividly see the lash marks across the youngest Harrington’s back that had been caused by his father. He could still feel how his muscles had tensed as he washed the wounds inflicting more pain on the boy despite his good intentions. It was no wonder Steve hated them being home, violence like that didn't come out of nowhere - it would have built to that point, in fact, it had probably been going on for years.
“He’s been spending a lot of time at your home, hasn't he?” Max asked.
Wayne pulled into the empty driveway of the Harrington household.
“He has,” Wayne confirmed, “he seems to prefer it to this place.”
He killed the engine and climbed out of the car, standing beside the kid as they both stared at the house. There were no lights on inside and all the windows were dark but the familiar Beemer was sitting in the driveway - alone, as it so often was.
“Maybe you should wait here,” Wayne said to Max.
“Yeah,” Max murmured quietly, only to clamber out of the car at the exact same time Wayne did.
The house looked more like a crypt than somewhere that housed the boy that his nephew was so taken with, and to be fair, Wayne was pretty fond of the damned kid too. He had no idea how the senior Harringtons had produced someone so caring and thoughtful. In fact, if the boy didn't share his nose with his father and his hair colour with his mother, Wayne would have thought the kid had been adopted.
“I thought I said you should wait in the car,” Wayne said as he walked up the steps to the front door.
“You said maybe I should,” Max reminded him with a shrug, “and I agreed, but then I thought, nah, I’m actually gonna go check on the Dingus.”
She said the word ‘Dingus’ with the mocking fondness that only a little sibling could muster up, it reminded Wayne of how he and his older brother used to speak about one another before his brother had fucked his life up and began caring more about his next fix than his family.
THUD THUD THUD
Wayne almost jumped out of his skin as the tiny spitfire of a kid began pounding against the door seemingly uncaring about whether the neighbours thought they were trying to break in and called the police on them.
“Woah, shit, Kid, calm down, do you want to end up in a jail cell?”
“It’ll be fine, Hop would spring us,” she said with a shrug.
He would unpack the implications of that statement and the lack of fear of repercussions it brought with it later, “does he keep a spare key anywhere?”
“Uh, Eddie has one,” Max said, “and he leaves the back doors open if he knows we’re coming over, which we do a lot so they’re hardly ever locked.”
“Right, let’s try the back doors first,” Wayne said, “if that fails, we’ll need to try and track Eddie down.”
“If they’re together it’ll be two birds with one stone,” Max said before beginning to walk around the back of the house.
She seemed comfortable while clambering over the gate and making her way around past the pool. How many summer nights had she spent here with her friends enjoying the cool water while they had a BBQ at the poolside? Eddie had mentioned Steve throwing garden parties for the kids, but he’d never actually considered how much responsibility and care Steve took with the horde of children.
Who took responsibility for Steve?
“He’s not answering,” Max said, stating the obvious, before trying to tug on the handle of one of the back patio doors.
It didn't budge.
“Seriously?” she complained, slamming a flat palmed hand against the glass, “the one time you have this goddamned door locked.”
“I don't think he’s home, Kid,” Wayne said, cupping his hands between his face and the glass so that he could see if there was any movement in the darkness inside, “there’s no one in there.”
“But his car is out front,” Max pointed out, “he wouldn't go anywhere without that.”
“Come on,” Wayne said, “regardless of whether he’s in there or not, it’s all locked up and he’s not answering the door, so let’s go find Eddie and get that spare key.”
Max hesitated, seeing the sense behind Wayne’s words but not wanting to leave the building that she suspected housed her babysitter, “can’t we just break in?”
Wayne ran a hand through his thinning hair - honestly, it was a wonder he had any left considering this was the type of thing he had to deal with - and sighed, “we can’t commit a felony kid, no matter what connections you have on the force.”
Max wasn't happy with that, “what if he’s hurt?”
And wasn't that the fucking million dollar question, because what if Steve was in that house and what if he was injured and unable to make it to the door? What if he was lying on the ground somewhere out of sight and listening to them on his patio - so close but unaware that he was suffering? It made Wayne’s earlier coffee churn in his stomach and a horrible feeling that no matter what he did, he would be doing the wrong thing.
And then there was a movement from within the house.
“Hey, Old Man, what are you and Maxie doing in Steve’s backyard?” Eddie asked as he opened the door after flicking the inside lock open in an easy motion that suggested it was something he did a lot.
“This one here-” he jutted his chin towards the redhead beside him, “- decided she needed to find Steve and came looking for you to bring her here.”
“Wait…” Eddie’s voice was less light, now filled with what Wayne could only describe as fearful dread, “you haven't seen him?”
“He’s not in there?” Max asked, shouldering past both Wayne and Eddie and making her way through the house. Wayne assumed she knew where she was going.
“He’s not,” Eddie said to his Uncle, “she can look but he isn't in here.”
“How long’ve you been here?” Wayne asked, “why didn't you answer when we were knocking?”
“I only got here a few minutes ago, it didn't take long to search the house - Steve’ll only go in the kitchen, living room, his bedroom and the bathroom. He avoids the rest of the place like it's got the plague,” Eddie said with a shrug, “I only came back here because I heard you guys speaking.”
“So if he’s not here or with you then where is he?” Wayne asked.
Eddie’s face twisted into a frown, “I don't know, I can't find him anywhere.”
A nauseating pit was forming in Wayne’s stomach as he searched his nephew’s pale, scared face.
“That fiery lass said she couldn't get him on the radio,” Wayne said, listening to her footsteps above them as she raced around the first floor, hunting for the boy that wasn't there, “she was real concerned about that fact.”
“Steve always replies,” Eddie said, “always. It’s like he believes that’s his only use to people - to be there when they need him. He doesn't see the value he has as part of the group, he just thinks he’s the convenient babysitter.”
“So the fact no one can get in touch with him…”
“It’s terrifying,” Eddie finished.
Eddie was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, Wayne knew that and he loved it about his kid because it was always easy to tell how he was feeling, but now… seeing the concern and terror as he looked at Wayne pleading for an answer, well… Wayne hated it. Because he could see how much Eddie was looking to him for advice and reassurance, but he didn't know how to give him that, the truth was, he had no idea where Eddie’s boy was.
“He’s not here,” Max said, appearing back in the dining room where Eddie and Wayne were still standing by the open door, “why isn't he here?”
“I…” Eddie couldn't finish his sentence, his voice cracking and breaking off into silence.
“Right,” Wayne said, giving himself a mental shake, he needed to take control of the situation, “alright, who else might he be with?”
“He could be with Robin?” Max suggested.
Eddie was already shaking his head, “I’ve already called her, she was just about to leave for Wheeler’s and said she hadn't heard from him since yesterday.”
“What was he doing yesterday?” Wayne asked.
“He was taking the guys to the arcade and for milkshakes,” Max said.
“You didn't go?” Eddie asked.
“Nah, me and El had plans to have a girls' night and a sleepover, Hop even got us popcorn and some movies from Family Video,” Max said.
“Let’s call Dustin then,” Eddie said.
As if on cue there was a familiar sound of the energetic, curly-haired teen’s voice shouting throughout the house.
“Steve? You in? Your front door was unlocked!” Dustin shouted, “look man, I know what Mike said was out of line and mean but that’s no reason to ignore the whole party, I’ve been trying to radio you all day, Dude!”
“Dustin?” Eddie made his way into the hallway, Wayne was hot on his tail, ready for some answers.
“Eddie?” Dustin seemed confused as to why the three of them were already in Steve’s house.
To his credit, they were a strange group. Eddie and Max were probably less so, but once you added Wayne into the mix, yeah… it must have been a bit strange to walk in and find Wayne Munson in Steve Harrington’s house - especially when the kid wasn't aware of how much Wayne had grown to care for and respect Steve.
“What did you mean about Mike?” Eddie asked, latching straight onto the concerning part of the kid’s shout.
“Oh, uh, that was, um, nothing?”
“Really? You don't sound so sure there,” Wayne said.
“Look, Mike didn't mean it, really,” Dustin said, “he was just surprised and you know how he gets.”
“What did he say?” Eddie asked, his voice was low and dark, making him sound every bit like the murderer he was accused of being. Wayne felt a small pit of pity in his stomach for Mike, he was sure that Eddie would do whatever it took to protect Steve.
Dustin shifted nervously on the spot, refusing to make eye contact, “look, none of us thinks the same, we totally don't agree with him, but he was just talking shit.”
“Dustin, stop bullshitting,” Eddie snapped.
Dustin sighed, “look, Will mentioned how much happier Steve looks since you two have been together.”
“That doesn't sound bad,” Max said.
“Yeah, well, we all know Mike is really freaking oblivious,” Dustin said, “so he hadn't realised you two are together and he didn't take the news well.”
“Wheeler is homophobic?” Eddie’s sounded genuinely surprised.
“No, no, nothing like that,” Dustin said quickly, “he thought Steve wasn't good enough for you.”
“He what?” Eddie was furious.
“He said some pretty harsh things about how Steve was a dumb jock and ex-bully and how you deserved better than him.”
Wayne was concerned for the safety of the Wheeler boy, his nephew would be out for blood after this, once he found his boyfriend that was, not that Wayne could blame him. Hearing those things? That would have been a kick in the face for Steve.
The silence in the room stretched on for a prolonged time, Eddie was as still as a statue, staring at Dustin as though he could make him evaporate on the spot.
“Eds?” Wayne said gently.
“Did you laugh?” Eddie asked, ignoring Wayne.
“What?”
“When Mike said those… things, did you defend Steve or did you laugh?”
“We all did, we tried to make it a joke, y’know? To help.”
“Helping would have been defending him,” Max said, Wayne had almost forgotten that Max was there, he’d been too busy watching Eddie, worried that he was going to do something he would later regret.
“Alright, alright,” Wayne said, stepping into the middle of them all, “let’s find him first and then we can address this.”
“Find him?” Dustin asked, “what do you mean?”
“Steve’s missing,” Max said, “no one has been able to find him or speak to him all day.”
“Missing?” Dustin repeated, his voice almost silent.
“Right, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Wayne said, “call everyone and get out there searching, I want people in cars and on feet, we’re gonna cover as much ground as possible. We’re gonna check out all his usual haunts and make sure we have a solid line of communication. I want no time wasted on this.”
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Within an hour, Wayne had every one of Eddie’s nerd kids out on their bikes - even Mike , who he hoped felt guilty considering there was a possibility that this was all his fault. Hopper and Joyce were driving around as were Nancy and Robin while Eddie and Wayne took the van, hoping that if Steve saw Eddie’s vehicle he would go to it.
Eddie was in a foul mood, every time they scoured a new place and came up empty he would retreat more and more into himself, glowering out the windows at every goddamned tree and bush as he looked for his boy. Wayne had given up trying to reassure him that everything would be alright, after all, they were assuming Steve had gone off somewhere to have some time to himself after hearing what Mike had to say, but what if the truth was more sinister?
What if Steve hadn't left of his own accord? What then? What if they couldn't find him?
“We’re running out of places to go,” Eddie said.
“Pull in at the quarry up ahead and we can reassess things,” Wayne suggested, “there has to be something we’re missing.”
Eddie nodded, flicking on his indicator to turn off the road towards the quarry, at least he was still rational and able to listen to Wayne.
“You know, I used to come up here all the time before you came into my life,” Wayne said, “I liked the peace of it all and the sounds of the water.”
“Really?” Eddie asked, “weird, for some reason the kids and Steve hate this place, they avoid it with a passion.”
“Doesn't surprise me,” Wayne said, “remember the papers? This is where they said the young Byers lad was found dead, I doubt it has good memories for them.”
Eddie nodded, “true,” he murmured as the road opened up before them to reveal the rocky top of the quarry.
There was a figure there, sitting on the edge, legs dangling over the side. They were staring out pensively, deep in thought, seemingly not having realised that someone had pulled up behind him.
“Stevie?” Eddie’s voice was a barely audible whisper, but somehow Wayne heard him and looked closer.
It was in fact Steve Harrington, that was his yellow sweater, the one Eddie never stopped raving about - apparently it really complimented his eyes and made him look so soft and huggable. If it hadn't been for the sweater and Eddie’s identification of him, Wayne was sure he would have driven away without considering that the man on the edge of the quarry could be Steve.
“Careful, Son, don’t scare him,” Wayne warned, his mind obtrusively supplying him with visions of Steve letting out a startled yelp and toppling over the edge.
“I know, I got this,” Eddie said as he killed the engine and clambered out of his van.
Wayne wasn't far behind him, not wanting to overwhelm Steve but not wanting to stay behind when one of his boys was in trouble. He needed to be there, even if there was nothing he could do to help.
If Steve could hear their approaching footsteps, he made no indication of it, instead merely continuing to stare off into nothing.
“Stevie, darling?” Eddie spoke softly, reminding Wayne of how he used to speak to the wounded soldiers back in ‘Nam when he needed to patch them up but they were too caught up in the throes of pain as their minds couldn't remember they were safe now.
Eddie sat beside Steve after waiting a moment for a reply that never came.
Wayne wanted to lurch forward and drag them both away from the edge, his heart was beating a million miles a minute in his chest, he needed to get them both to safety.
“I’m here, I got you,” Eddie said gently, taking his time and gauging Steve’s reaction as he pulled the younger boy closer, tucking him into his side, “I got you, Pretty Boy, you’re safe now, I promise.”
There was no sound from Steve but he saw the poor kid’s shoulders tremble before he was burying his face in Eddie’s neck, silent sobs wracking through him and dampening Eddie’s hoodie.
“You’re freezing, Darling, how long have you been here?” Eddie asked softly.
Steve merely shrugged, still not saying anything.
“Alright, alright,” Eddie said soothingly, “well, how about we get in my van, huh? We can blast the heating and warm you up a bit.”
Steve shrugged again.
“Alright, well, Wayne’s here too, so he can drive my van, alright? I know, I know, hell hath frozen over - someone else is driving my van, but hey, I guess that’s just a testament to how much I love you and want to give you a hug on the back seat, isn't it?” Eddie spoke in a continuous stream, obviously no longer expecting an answer but apparently, his words were distraction enough for Eddie to ease Steve away from the edge of the quarry.
“I’m gonna start ‘er up and get the heating going,” Wayne said gently, he noticed Steve flinch slightly into Eddie at the sound of his voice.
“Thanks, Wayne,” Eddie said, gently walking Steve over to the van at a much slower pace, “see, Pretty Boy, we’ll have you all warmed up in no time at all, you’ll see, there’s no way I’m letting my boyfriend freeze out here.”
“S’not that cold,” Steve said almost silently, it was the first time he’d spoken and whilst it wasn't anything of massive significance it was a relief to hear his voice.
“I beg to differ, Darling, but let’s get you home, alright?” Eddie offered, opening the back door to his van and helping Steve in before sliding in beside him.
“Home?” Steve asked, frowning, as Eddie gently pulled his seatbelt around him and clipped his boyfriend in safely.
“Not your parent’s house, don't worry,” Eddie said, seemingly able to read Steve’s mind and work out why he was distressed by the notion of going home.
“Ok.”
And that was that, Steve relaxed into Eddie’s side, his muscles relaxing and eyes fluttering shut as he basked in just being there with him. Wayne was worried to see the dark bruising beneath Steve’s eyes - had he slept at all last night? How long had he been out there? The boy’s lips were dry and cracked and his hair knotted as it hung limply around his face.
He was a mess.
Wayne would have confidently wagered that Steve had in fact been sitting there for the entire night - he was lucky that the weather was beginning to grow mild and they were comfortably in Spring now otherwise the harsh Hawkins winter would have made their job a recovery mission rather than a search one.
“It’s Eddie. We’ve got him, over,” his nephew said into the Walkie-Talkie that Dustin had shoved into his hands earlier that day.
“Is he alright?” Lucas’ voice replied almost instantly.
“You need to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking, Lucas, over,” Dustin reminded him.
“Oh shove off,” Lucas snapped, “is Steve alright? Over.”
Eddie cast an appraising look over Steve, unsure what to tell the kids. Wayne understood, Steve was definitely not alright, not in the slightest. Physically he was cold, likely dehydrated and it was unknown if he was hiding any injuries. Emotionally? Well, wasn't that just an even worse clusterfuck?
Steve plucked the Walkie-Talkie from Eddie’s hands, holding it familiarly and from the way he grasped it Wayne was able to read an inscription on the back of it through the rearview mirror: To Steve, welcome to The Party .
“I’m fine, guys, don't worry, alright? Over,” Steve said, his voice still quiet - for him - but the strongest Wayne had heard it since they’d found him.
Immediately after speaking, he had turned the device off, preventing the kids from creating merry hell and chaos after hearing from him. Neither Wayne nor Eddie mentioned the lie that he’d told, or how not fine he looked.
“We’re nearly home, boys,” Wayne said, “when we get in, would you grab Steve something warmer to wear?”
“Of course,” Eddie said instantly.
“This isn't that bad,” Steve said, “really, I don't want to be a bother.”
“I don't care if it takes me the rest of our lives, I’m gonna make sure you realise that you are not a bother,” Eddie promised and Wayne knew that he meant every last word of it.
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Wayne knew that Steve’s blank apathy towards what had happened had to break at some point, he had expected it, but that didn't make it any easier to watch as the boy sobbed into Eddie’s chest. The cries were gut-wrenching and sounded painful as they were ripped from Steve's chest. Between the constant slew of sobs and cries, Steve was murmuring apologies.
Fucking apologies.
I’m so sorry, Eds, I didn't mean to worry you, I'm, so sorry…
Please forgive me, I fucked up, I fucked up so bad this time…
I can’t do anything right and I’m so sorry…
Mike was right…
That last one had made Eddie jerk back in shock, “Darling, I love you so much and I never want to hear you say that again, Dustin gave us a brief overview of what happened yesterday and I could kill Wheeler, I swear if he so much as enters my line of sight in the next year…” Eddie trailed off, too angry to continue.
“It wasn't his fault,” Steve said quietly, shoulders still trembling and voice interrupted by the occasional hiccup, but he was no longer letting out those heart-breaking wails, “really, he was just speaking the truth. It’s not his fault I couldn't handle it.”
“Please don't try to defend him right now,” Eddie begged.
“I’m just saying,” Steve said with a shrug, “it’s not Mike’s fault. You are too good for me, Eds, I’ve always known it and I guess hearing someone else acknowledge it too made it… real? Maybe, it reminded me that this fantasy I’ve been living in with you is too good to last forever, eventually, you're going to realise that you can do better.”
Wayne felt wrong for listening in to their conversation, but it’s not like he was creeping about. He was making them all coffee, Steve and Eddie knew he was in the adjoining kitchen, they knew it was open plan and they could probably see him if they cared to look. So really, it wasn't his fault he was witnessing this and he wasn't going to run away, he was going to finish making the coffee for everyone.
“Steve I’ve loved you for such a long time and I will fight anyone who tries to make you feel like you're less than others, even if it means I have to fight you on this,” Eddie said seriously, “so please, stop talking shit about my boyfriend, he’s a wonderful, deserving person.”
“I think that's you, Eds,” Steve said, but when Wayne peeked around the microwave oven - not that he was spying or anything - he could see a small smile on Steve’s face.
They were going to have to talk about it in more detail, something that Wayne was sure none of them was looking forward to, but for now… now they were going to drink coffee and watch a shitty comedy movie together as a family and he would order them pizza. The rough conversations could wait until the following day.