Imagine Steve coming to you when he feels neglected by his parents.
“Guess I’m just sick of it, you know?” Steve said, his shoulders adjusting themselves. He was uncomfortable with showing how uncomfortable he was. He was the one that people went to for help. He was a protector. But his own problems were boiling up inside of him and there was only one person he could talk to about them. You. “I don’t blame you,” You said, biting the inside of your cheek. “I mean, it’s nice to have the freedom, I’m sure, but without that stability? That’s just - really shitty, Steve. I’m sorry that you’re dealing with this.” He let out another little sigh. Your validation was nice. It was what he needed in that moment. Most of his friends wouldn’t understand, would just tell him to appreciate the fact that his parents weren’t nagging at him all the time, or were strict on rules. They couldn’t understand that he wished that they would nag him. Would give him rules. “Yeah. It sucks,” He nodded. “Getting kind of tired of an empty house to be honest.” “Want me to come over?” You offered - which was more than he could hope for. His honey colored eyes brightened. “Obviously not every night but on the weekends, I can tell my parents I’m sleeping over at Robin’s-“ “Please?” He cut you off. His face softened, looking more like a puppy dog now than a boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. “The silence is killing me.” “Okay, okay,” You laughed lightly and kissed his cheek. “I’ll come over tomorrow.” And just like that, the idea of his parents not really being around seemed just a little less annoying.
