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He still wonders, sometimes, about what his life would‘ve been like, had he not failed to get into college that year.
If he hadn‘t applied at Scoops, if his screw up of a father hadn‘t threatened to cut him off.
What would he have turned into, had he not met her? His soulmate, the (platonic with a capital p) love of his life, his true north.
He can‘t imagine his life without her, can‘t bear the thought of them no longer existing as one entity.
He knows that it’s not healthy to rely on another person like this, knows what their relationship looks like to other people, but he couldn’t give less of a shit.
Nothing could ever disturb their bond; the relationship they build out of shared trauma, a hatred for underground places and being drugged in a public bathroom.
She’s the first person he told about his parents, their abuse, their hatred for him and each other.
They’re each others first coming out.
She’s the only one he completely and utterly trusts, the only one with whom he allows himself to let his walls of protection down, to just be Steve again.
With her, he can forget about all of the pain, the suffering they‘ve faced, even just for a moment.
With her, he can just be a boy who’s looking for a new job, who’s stressing about life and getting his kids (well not really his) home before curfew.
With her, everything is alright again.