to get through to Steve.
“Hey Steeb, heard you’re not doing so well, so I’m gonna sing our song okay.” Eddie doesn’t know what’s about to happen when he hears a squeak from the other side of the door. “Bobbin..”
His boyfriend’s voice is wrecked, exhausted from crying. 7/14
He wiggles his phone under the crack in the door, suddenly glad that he’d never gotten around to rehanging it like Wayne had told him he ought to when they moved into the apartment. He hears Robin’s voice, a little muted by the barrier and the soft tone she put on 6/14
on the floor, keeping an ear out for his boyfriend, and keeping himself from pacing a hole into the carpet. “He has locked himself in the bathroom. Now I can pick the lock bu-” Robin cuts him off, “But that doesn’t solve the problem. I see.” She thinks for a second, humming 4/14
thoughtfully. “Panic attack? Right?” Eddie nods, “We were watching Grey’s Anatomy and this kid..” Eddie sighs as his head hits the wall, “anyway, now we’re here. What do I do, oh mighty Steve whisperer?” “Put me on speaker and sing along, Munson.” Eddie does as he’s told 5/14
So Eddie was FaceTiming Robin at 11pm on a Tuesday because she would know what to do.
The call goes through and Robin babbles without niceties.
“Dinguses! Or singular Dingi. It’s almost midnight, what do you want?” Eddie is sitting to one side of a locked door 3/14
He knew that no one understood Steve better than Robin.
He’d long accepted that they were a bonded pair, and even though he and Robin bickered about everything (from music, podcasts, books, to movies, what technically constitutes a “sandwich”, etc.) they both loved Steve 2/14
Castaways 🛟⚓️💛
( a modern Stobin thread 🧵)
Eddie and Robin had a code. It all started when Steve had a panic attack one night. He and Eddie had been dating for four months, and because Eddie was no fool (foolish maybe, definitely theatrical, a bit much) but not a fool. 1/14