SUNNY!!!!

“Yeah, sure,” Dustin rolls his eyes. “Sure, your mysterious boyfriend that is always conveniently busy and definitely real is the lead guitarist of my favorite band and you never mentioned it.”

“I told you he was in a band, I didn’t know they were pop - what do you mean ‘definitely real?’ He is real!

“Sure,” Dustin says. “You’ve been dating for months and no one has ever met him. Sure.”

“Everyone thought Susie was fake.”

“Susie is-“

They mutually agreed to stop arguing about it and maybe even forget the conversation happened, and then one day, Dustin bikes over to Steve’s.

He used his key, lets himself in, and sitting in his underwear on the kitchen counter is - “Eddie Munson? That’s Eddie Munson.”

Robin: *nudges him*

Steve: For a hundred dollars. Each.

Dustin: …Tell them what the business is called.

Robin: We do in-house stuff, too. Painting, shelves, dishes…

Steve: Everything but electric

Robin: We do electric

Dustin: Tell him what the business is called

Steve: We don’t do electric. Not after last time.

Robin: Oh, right. No electric.

Dustin: Tell him what the business is called!

Steve:

Robin:

“Five bucks.”

“Deal.”

Dustin hands her a five dollar bill. Robin takes it, examines it, and declares, “Steve will do it.”

Eddie didn't think his uncle would be mean to Steve or anything, and by now his uncle was more than aware of Eddie's dating preferences, but he just couldn't help it. Steve was important to him, Wayne was important to him. All Eddie wanted was for his two favorite people to get along; he wanted it more than anything.

He soon found out he worried for nothing. Wayne took one look at Steve, saw that whole posture that screamed jock! and asked, "Do you like sports, son?"

A little stunned by the question, Steve nodded, "Yes, sir."

Wayne hummed in approval. "There's a game on tonight, wanna watch it? Eddie can order dinner for us."

"Sure. I read the Pacers are down two players, both injured."

"Son, if they manage to avoid getting destroyed tonight I'm already happy. This team sucks."

Steve laughed, "True."

That's how Eddie found himself thirdwheeling and completely ignored in his own home, as his boyfriend and uncle screamed and cursed together at the TV every time a player messed up. There was a lot of screaming and cursing.

By the time Steve left, late at night, he and Wayne had already agreed to watch the next match together, and Steve promised he'd be bringing beer and snacks.

"Stop trying to steal my boyfriend!" Eddie said once he was sure Steve was out of earshot. Wayne just rolled his eyes.

"You were the one who wanted us to get along, so I'm trying to get along with your boy."

"But you don't need to get along that well."

"You're an idiot," Wayne sighed, messing his nephew's hair as he walked by him to go to his room. "Please, don't let this one go, alright? He's a keeper."