Bread lover

Of all people, she was his person. While he didn't care which side other people picked when it came down to him or Eddie, he couldn't stand her choosing anyone over him. It was childish and petty (pathetic), but they were platonic soulmates with a capital P—which she'd declared herself. Damnit!—he had the right to at least feel betrayed when she picked Eddie's side.

"Ugh, not you too," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off his frustration.

"What?" Robin blinked, baffled by his reaction. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know I wasn't the best person in high school," he said, crossing his arms over his chest in a poor attempt at shielding himself. "And I know you're worried that I'm gonna be an ass to Eddie. But I'll never hurt him on purpose. Not after everything we've been through! Jesus, it's not like you've just met me, Robs. And I get it, okay? Eddie's your friend, too. And I'm glad that you two got along so well–"

"Woah, hold your horse, cowboy." Robin held up a hand to stop him mid-rant. Then, she squinted her eyes like an old lady trying to read newspapers and spoke slowly, "Who said I was worried about Munson?"

He pouted and gave her a sulking look. "You literally told me to be careful with him."

"I said you should be careful for your own sake, dingus," she explained. "I've already tipped Munson on what's gonna happen if he hurts you. I think he took my advice quite seriously because I may not be good at giving shovel talk, but I have Nancy's words that she'll lend me one of her guns when the situation calls for it."

Oh. Steve parted his lips in surprise. After a wave of fondness and relief and gratitude washed over him, he finally registered what she'd just said. He gasped.

"Wait. You threatened to shoot Eddie on my behalf?!"

"You're my best friend." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"But, but he's my boyfriend!"

"Well, tell your boyfriend to sleep with one eye open if I see you crying because of him."

Steve shook his head helplessly. He didn't know she could be so protective of him, or how nice it was to be someone's first option. He gave her a fond smile.

"Love you, too. But please don't kill my future husband."

She knocked her shoulder gently against his own. "He'll live as long as he makes you happy."