Curate, connect, and discover
(In the same universe as this post because it’s funnier that way)
Wayne spends an hour talking to Steve, trying to build some connection with the kid since it seems like he’s gonna be around for a while and Eddie really likes him.
It’s not the most natural conversation because neither seem to be big talkers but Wayne feels pretty good about it. Until Steve leaves and Eddie opens his trap.
Eddie, trying his best to destroy their can opener in the kitchen, says ten minutes after Steve leaves, “Wayne, I thought you hated being in marching band.”
“I did.”
“Why’d you spend an hour talking about it then?” Eddie asks. “I’ve literally never heard you say that much about anything.”
“Steve’s in the marching band. Just trying to find some common ground.”
“Steve’s not in the marching band.”
“Yes, he is,” Wayne says. “He was wearing a marching band tshirt.”
“No, Steve’s wearing Robin’s tshirt,” Eddie grins, finally succeeding in opening a can of peaches. “Robin is in the marching band. Steve graduated last year.”
Well. Fuck.
“What the hell does that kid like?”
“I dunno,” Eddie shrugs (he absolutely does know). “He kinda just goes with the flow.”