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If anything, Robin thinks, it's all Steve's fault, really.
It's a Wednesday of all days when Robin finds herself in this predicament. She wakes up that morning feeling hungry as hell and when a quick glance in her fridge gives her nothing but the incredibly depressing sight of a singular bottle of water, a half-eaten chocolate bar, a few random ketchup packets and, quite literally, absolutely nothing else, Robin's simply got nothing else to do other than just stand there and scowl, still hungry as hell, except now she's just feeling sorry for herself more than anything. She could eat that chocolate bar, but she isn't really in the mood for sugar, and what the hell are you even supposed to eat with ketchup when you don't have a single thing to eat in the first place?
On the way back to her bedroom, though, Robin remembers something — Steve's place. He must have something for her there. She pauses and thinks of calling him beforehand to tell him she's coming over, to see if he's even home at all, but eventually decides against it as she grabs a jacket from her closet, pockets her phone and her keys, and in about two minutes flat, she's already skipping out of the door.
Well, it'll be a surprise, she thinks, now in quite the good mood, Steve could use the company anyway, that dingus.
-
What happens when she actually gets there, though, has Robin feeling like the real dingus after all.
Getting inside isn't the problem. She actually manages to get in rather easily, using the spare key that Steve always kept under his doormat, and she's polite enough to slip it right back where she found it before making it straight for the kitchen. Robin holds her breath as she opens the fridge, her heart soaring with absolute unbridled happiness when she's greeted with the sight of it fully stocked with plenty of fruits and meat and drinks and really, Robin is actually kind of shocked at how much he's got, seemingly from out of nowhere. She never imagined Steve had the capability of eating so... healthy, and certainly not so suddenly.
She’s in the middle of pondering deeply about this when someone clears their throat beside her. Loudly.
Robin jumps out of her skin nearly a mile, slamming the fridge shut and whipping her head around so fast it makes her dizzy.
"What the hell!?" Robin all but shouts. "You're not Steve!"
"No, I'm not," the girl (who was definitely not there like, literally five seconds ago) says. Her arms are crossed across her chest, her expression very serious. "How did you get in here?"
"The, uhm, the..." Robin begins. She can't even help but stammer as the other girl just stands there and stares at her. It's not even the fact that Robin got caught in the middle of her thievery that's freaking her out, it's the fact that she realizes, quite belatedly, that this girl is so gorgeous that Robin feels like she might die from both embarrassment and awe at the same time.
"The key..." Robin says weakly.
"What key?" she asks. She's so calm it's actually kind of terrifying.
"Under the... the doormat," Robin continues awkwardly, wondering if her voice sounds as flustered as she feels. "Look, I'm so sorry, I just thought that Steve was home and that I'd drop by and surprise him. I'll leave right now, swear, it'll be like you never saw me, yeah?"
The girl sighs. "That's okay."
"Sorry?" Robin says, blinking owlishly.
"I said that's okay," she says again, louder, peering up at Robin and scratching at her eyebrow. Robin feels faint, watching her do that. "I'm guessing you're one of Steve's friends, huh?"
"His best friend, yeah," Robin mutters, rubbing at the back of her neck. Then, more to herself than anything, "damn it, Steve. You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend..."
"Oh," the girl exclaims, and then she kind of giggles, and Robin is just so damn confused, her brain feels like it's melting out of her ears. "No, I'm not his girlfriend."
“What.” Robin says. She’s simply incredulous.
“No, no,” the girl laughs again, and now it’s her turn to act all flustered, before suddenly she’s steeling her expression again and Robin’s back to being slightly frozen in terror at the sight of it. “It’s… a long story.”
Robin knows it’s probably rude to stare but she does it anyway, because, really, she just can’t help it. This girl, with her curly hair and her stunningly long lashes and her ridiculously big blue beautiful eyes, whoever she was and however she was related to Steve, already had Robin too far gone, and she didn’t even know her name yet.
“So then…” Robin begins, trying not too sound too interrogative, “who are you?”
“Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll make you something to eat in the meantime?”
And, well, Robin’s simply incredulous.
-
“So, you,” Robin says, in deep thought as she munches on her salad, sliding down Steve’s couch even further, “Nancy Wheeler, is that right, that’s what you said?”
Nancy nods.
“Okay okay, so you, Nancy Wheeler,” she continues, the name rolling off her tongue with an ease that Robin can’t even begin to unpack, “let me just reiterate here. You dated Steve?”
Nancy nods again.
“As in the Steve Harrington?” Robin asks. “Like… Steve, Steve? Steve, as in —”
“Yes, that Steve,” Nancy says, the slightest hint of a smile on her (very kissable looking) lips as she crosses her arms over her chest again. “And you’re Robin Buckley, I know that now.”
“That I am,” Robin says slowly around a mouthful of lettuce. “Sorry — I just can’t believe we’ve never met before.”
“Well, I’ve certainly heard quite a lot about you,” Nancy says. “Being Steve’s best friend and all, of course. I just didn’t realize it was you.”
“Really now?” Robin grins. “What kinda things has good ol’ Stevie said about me, then?”
Robin never does find out the answer to that question, though, because before Nancy can even respond and before Robin can even finish speaking, all of a sudden the front door’s swinging open and Steve’s walking in, with his stupid hair as windblown and messy as ever and what might possibly by the brightest grin ever plastered on his face.
But his jaw drops almost instantly when he sees them, it’s almost comical. “Robin?”
“Steve!” Robin exclaims, at the same time Nancy’s saying, “Welcome home, Steve.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Steve’s saying as he’s walking over, reaching over the back of the couch to ruffle Robin’s hair and plop himself beside her on the arm of it. “Nance, did you know about this?”
“Not until she broke in and I found her rummaging through your fridge.”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Robin says and makes a noise somewhere in between a cough and a laugh, flicking a crouton at Steve’s head (which he catches between his fingers and stuffs in his mouth instantly, admittedly and annoyingly smoothly) and suddenly feeling a bit self-concious there in between the two of them, “about that.”
“Riiight,” Steve crunches, scoffing playfully. “Uh, you could’ve just called if you wanted to hang out, you know. Like a normal person.”
“Yeah, well, I was also starving this morning, and I wasn’t gonna wait around for you to come home, dingus.”
“I made her a salad,” Nancy says matter-of-factly, staring at Robin with those big blue beautiful eyes the whole time and now Robin’s feeling vindicated and self-conscious, stuck there in between the two of them.
“I can see that, Nance,” Steve says, snickering as Robin swats at his hand trying to reach into her salad bowl. “Thanks for taking care of this demented raccoon while I was out.”
“Yup,” is all she says, and when Robin blinks, Nancy’s already pushing herself off of the other couch arm that she was leaning on moments before (Robin swears she swoons), disappearing up the stairs and shouting down at them, “I’ll be back down in a bit!”
“Jeez,” Robin groans once she’s up the stairs and gone, throwing her head back as Steve plucks another crouton from her bowl. “Who’s she?”
“That’s Nance,” Steve says stupidly.
“Okay, well I know that now,” Robin whines, “but uh, was she actually serious about you guys dating, or was she just shitting me earlier?”
“Oh, no, that was for real,” Steve laughs again, all suave and all, but he sounds so happy that Robin can’t even be pissed at him. “It was all the way back in high school, though. Sophomore year. Obviously we’re not together now, but we’re still friends and all that. That’s why I’m letting her stay here. Why?”
“Right,” Robin says through probably the most sad sounding sigh she’s ever produced. Go figure — she should’ve known Steve probably still had the hots for a girl like Nancy, even after what he’d said about them only dating in high school— but really, who the hell wouldn’t? Robin had just met her, like, less than an hour ago, and she was already sure she’d never get over Nancy in her entire lifetime, and the one after that.
She still decides to shoot her shot, though. “Just friends?” she asks, meekly.
Realization dawns on Steve’s face, then. He smirks down at her, patting Robin on the head and ruffling her hair all over again. “Ahhh, I see what this is about now.”
“Steve, I’m serious,” Robin declares. She places the bowl of salad on the coffee table in front of them and nudges it away a few inches before turning back to face Steve. “This is the most serious I’ve ever been in my entire life, Harrington, you got to help me out here.”
Steve’s still smirking, his eyebrows lifted so high Robin’s about two seconds away from smacking them right off his face before he says, “Yes, Robin, Nancy and I just friends.”
“Okay, right, right, last question, then. Is she, perchance…” Robin lowers her voice to a whisper, gesturing for Steve to lean down so she can speak right into his ear, “you know?”
Steve’s got the most thoughtful expression she’s ever seen on him when they pull away to stare at each other.
His eyes flicker towards the staircase. Then he glances back down at Robin again.
“Honestly?” he says. His eyes widen and Robin can feel hers slowly doing the same, too.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Seriously?” Robin gawks. “So you think so, you think she is?”
“Seriously,” Steve replies.
The high-five they give each other afterwards is so loud that Robin’s sure there’s no way Nancy couldn’t have heard it, even from upstairs.
-
Robin’s learned two very important things about Nancy Wheeler since then — the first, apparently this was her hometown and she was just visiting for the summer (Robin really should have figured) and the second, her family had gone and moved out of state quite a while ago and wasn’t interested in returning even just to visit, hence why it was just Nancy this time around, hence why Nancy was crashing at Steve’s place during her stay, and hence why Nancy had been there to stop Robin from usurping the entirety of Steve’s fridge that one day they first met, except the food in Steve’s fridge that one day wasn’t actually his, it was actually Nancy’s all that time.
(Robin really should have figured.)
Robin asks her about it one night. The three of them are plopped down on Steve’s massive couch together, with Steve in the middle, Robin on his right, and Nancy on his left, watching a movie per Steve’s suggestion (who had sent her a ridiculous amount of winking emojis when he’d sent the text about it to her, and Robin had rolled her eyes when she’d realized what he was hinting at yet found herself pleased to admit that Steve was a pretty awesome wingman, as he always was).
Steve leaves to go take a shower about halfway through, tells them to “be good, little ones” and Nancy laughs so, so beautifully when he nearly trips over her feet in the dark right afterwards, and it’s there that Robin sees her opportunity. She turns to Nancy, who’s sitting only a little ways away, snuggled up in one of Steve’s heavyweight blankets and watching the screen with an intensity that Robin thinks only she could pull off.
Robin’s face is burning all of a sudden, so flushed she feels like she’s on fire, her heart racing about a million miles a minute. Nancy looked so pretty, then, that Robin just couldn’t find it in her to start talking, and that truly never happened. She couldn’t stop talking for the life of her, most of the time.
“I never asked you,” she starts, just to test the waters.
“Hm?” Nancy hums. She kind of glances sidelong at Robin, tucking her knees up to her chest and tilting her head in the dim light.
“When you, uh,” Robin scratches her head, shifting her gaze to Steve’s empty bowl of popcorn laying in between them, “when we met that one day, and you found me in the kitchen. Why didn’t you freak out? I mean like, if I saw someone I didn’t know in my house like that, I’d like to believe I’d put up a little more of a fight. I mean I can throw a pretty mean punch if I’m panicked enough and I feel like I’d be pretty panicked if… you know.”
“Oh,” Nancy laughs again and Robin finds her eyes being drawn to Nancy’s lips. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Robin asks.
“Are you saying you’d have wanted me to punch you?”
“I mean, I’d have understood if you did. I’d have punched myself too if I were in your place.”
“I’ve no interest in punching you, Robin,” Nancy says, solemnly.
“Ah, great,” Robin agrees, nodding just as solemnly. “I’ve no interest in such things as well.”
Nancy tucks her hair behind her ears and goes back to watching the movie. Robin figures that’s pretty much her way of putting an end to the conversation, but before she can finish getting too sad about it and slouch down and mope, Nancy talks again.
“I don’t know,” Nancy repeats. “You just… didn’t seem like you were dangerous or anything.”
“So if I looked dangerous you’d have punched me?”
“Maybe not punched you,” Nancy shakes her head. Her tone is unreadable. Everything about her was driving Robin crazy, in that moment. “But yeah, I’d have done something.”
“So why didn’t you?” Robin asks, a little breathlessly.
“I don’t know,” Nancy says for the third time, and, hey, that’s that, Robin guesses, at least she got somewhere.
Steve comes back a few minutes later, just as the movie’s getting good again, and plops himself right down in his spot between them. He gives Robin a look as he’s sitting down and Robin raises his eyebrows right back at him. Nancy starts to hum a song under her breath and then says something about needing to grab another blanket because she’s cold, and Steve cracks some joke about his blankets not being good enough for her and Nancy pinches the back of his neck from behind on her way out, but the whole time Robin’s sitting there and thinking of the tilt of Nancy’s head as they’d looked at one another, the glint in Nancy’s eyes from the television’s glow, the sort of shyness in her voice when she’d spoken so softly to Robin.
-
“So, Steve,” Robin says, reaching over to turn down the radio of Steve’s car so she can talk, except Steve just turns the dial right back around again because if there was one thing that Robin Buckley knew for sure about Steve Harrington it was that he loved to annoy her, “I really gotta ask you something.”
“Aw no,” Steve says, grinning, “you’ve got your serious face on. What is it?”
Robin huffs and turns to look at him sincerely, desperately trying to figure out how to go about this as she waves her hands around in her usual wild, vague gestures. “Look, I know I already asked this a while ago but… are you sure you’re alright with me and Nancy? I’m not breaking our, uh, best friend code here, am I? Because if I am or anything, I swear I’ll back off immediately, okay?”
Steve goes so quiet for so long that Robin almost thinks she’s fucked it all up now, her heart dropping. She grips the seat, ready to swing open the passenger door and dive out onto the street, halfway there to actually doing it, when Steve just laughs and turns the radio on even higher. Robin tries to make her sigh of relief quiet but it still comes out loud anyway.
“You’re ridiculous, dude. I’m just messing with you,” Steve tells her over the music, still grinning roguishly, in that way that always had Robin smiling too, “of course I’m alright with it. I can’t be the only one of us getting laid, can I?”
Robin’s no longer got her serious face on.
(Steve’s a pretty awesome wingman, as he always is.)
-
By the time the middle of summer rolls around, Robin thinks she really ought to just move in with Steve at this point, from how much time she’s been spending at his place (and spending with Nancy, too, at that) lately. It’s not even the fact that Robin’s actually going out of her own way to hang out with Nancy, that wasn’t the case most of the time, but it’s simply how things just ended up ending up — like if Robin needed to come by to drop something off at Steve’s house on the weekends, say, one of his sweaters she’d borrowed or something he’d left at her apartment, Nancy would always be the one to answer the door, and it was then that they’d strike up some conversation (Robin delights in the fact that Nancy’s gotten so comfortable with Robin to the point of them actually having these conversations) or hang out for a bit and maybe Nancy would make them pasta or a sandwich or another salad for her to eat and Robin would feel herself blushing and stuttering over herself the whole time, watching Nancy talk, watching her laugh, the curve of her smile and the steady and sure movement of her fingers leaving Robin breathless (Robin delights in that, too). Or if Nancy wanted to invite Robin to go get ice cream and go to the park together or something, and when Robin pulled up to Steve’s place and saw he was nowhere to be found and Nancy just laughed sweetly at her confusion when she’d asked and said that Steve was out right now but she’d really prefer it be just them anyway, well, that’s just the way the cards fell, too, and Robin wasn’t about to pass any of those opportunities up, she wouldn’t ever have for anything in the world.
-
One full glorious month of knowing Nancy Wheeler’s led Robin to learning two more things about her, among plenty of other things, as well — like the fact that Nancy’s favorite color is pink (Robin can’t really relate, but pink is a pretty cool color, if it’s Nancy’s favorite), she bites her fingernails whenever she’s thoughtful about something (Robin can relate, except hers was more of a nervous habit), she loves animals (Robin also does but it kind of depended on what kind), and she was a pretty damn good cook, too (Robin’s got personal experience with that one).
The two new developments, though: the first, Nancy was possibly, certainly, most definitely the love of Robin’s life, and the second, Robin’s starting to think she may actually have a chance.
-
There’s one night that Robin decides to just spend the night at Steve’s house because by the time their day together was over and she figured it was probably time for her to go home, it had already gotten too dark and too late for her to feel confident enough to walk all the way back to her place alone, so practically the second he’d closed the front door behind her, Robin had found herself knocking for him once again and asking sheepishly if she could just sleep over. Steve had just grinned and rolled his eyes at her and ushered her back inside like some sort of mother hen, with Nancy waiting there patiently behind him.
Steve (in his typical knight in shining armor fashion) sets up the pull-out couch for her and tosses some blankets and pillows on it before heading back upstairs for the night. Nancy lingers, though, staying back even after Steve’s gone and even after Robin’s said goodnight, just standing there and watching her, looking mildly conflicted and as confusingly gorgeous as ever.
“Something wrong?” Robin asks her, wrapping one of the blankets around her shoulders like some sort of cape and kind of frowning. “You’re all, uh… tense looking.”
“No,” Nancy says all too casually, but she also says it all too quickly. She looks away and okay, now Robin knows for sure Nancy’s nervous, and if she doesn’t get to the bottom of it right this instant, it’s going to drive her crazy for the rest of her life, just like the rest of Nancy drove her crazy and just like how she felt crazy right now, alone here with Nancy in the middle of Steve’s ginormous living room.
“Liar,” Robin tuts. “You can tell me, Nance — wait, sorry, can I call you Nance?” She feels a bit silly for not asking sooner and feels even sillier for asking now, even if she’s been calling Nancy Nance pretty much since they’d met and she was sure that Nancy probably didn’t care or even notice anyway.
“Yes,” Nancy says, “you can call me anything you want, actually.”
“Huh?”
“What?” Nancy asks.
“Distracting me,” Robin huffs, feeling flustered, and the way her body gets hot all over has nothing to do with the fact that it’s the middle of summer and she’s already wearing a copious amount of layers in the first place. “Seriously, what’s wrong? Do you want me to go? Cause —”
“Don’t be like that,” Nancy says. “Of course I don’t want you to go. It’s late and it’s dark outside and… oh, nevermind.”
“No, not nevermind. What is it?” Robin asks. “For real, you’re kind of worrying me here.”
Nancy sighs. “I just feel bad leaving you out here.”
Robin blinks. “Huh?” she says again, feeling stupid.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Please, do say it,” Robin all but begs her.
There’s color rising to Nancy’s cheeks, now, her eyes darting away bashfully and her nimble hands reaching down to fidget with the pillows that Steve had brought out. It’s actually sort of adorable, and Robin has to bring the blanket wrapped around her shoulders up to her mouth to cover the uncontrollable smile blooming there, even if she’s sure it’s probably still showing in her eyes. She’d never seen Nancy so awkward before, never even imagined it to be possible.
“I’m saying,” Nancy tells her, “we could’ve just shared my bed in the guest room or something. I feel bad leaving you out here on the couch.”
“Ah,” Robin makes a thoughtful noise in her throat, which all of a sudden is feeling rather tingly.
“What?” Nancy asks for the second time that night, still blushing so adorably Robin can’t even begin to fathom how on earth she even ended up here.
“You’re saying we should sleep in the same bed?”
“I get cold easily,” Nancy says. “Don’t you?”
“See well, I actually run pretty hot,” Robin says back, simply because she genuinely has no clue what else to say in that moment, “and it's the middle of summer right now and all that, so I’m not really sure how you — ”
Nancy shakes her head, stepping closer, so dangerously closer. Robin’s breath hitches and she gets the sense that she’s being backed into a corner right now, even with all of the space in Steve’s ginormous living room around them.
“I mean,” Robin continues sheepishly. She gestures to the couch beside them and Nancy’s gaze follows her flailing hand movements, “I just feel bad that Steve already brought all this out for me, so uh… you could… but I dunno if we could fit the both of us on here, really…”
Nancy’s voice is equal parts deadpan and cheeky as she says, staring dead into Robin’s eyes, “I could just lay on top of you if you’re worried about space.”
“Jeez!” Robin yelps. “You were not this bold a moment a go! Where is this coming from, Wheeler?”
“You’d be surprised,” is the last thing Nancy says before plopping herself down, wrapping one of the blankets around herself and getting all nice and cozy before peering up at Robin, raising one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at her. “Well?”
And, yeah, well, Robin thinks, she’s really got no other choice here, does she? None at all. She wasn’t about to say no to Nancy — in fact she didn’t think she could even if she tried her damnedest to. There’s no other choice left here, none at all, and honestly, Robin wasn’t even sure she’d have it in her to pick any other one, especially if she tried her damnedest to.
She gulps and turns away and goes to turn off the living room light, still with her ridiculous blanket cape around her shoulders. Then, navigating her way through the dark (she’d never felt so clumsy in her life before, which was saying a lot), she finds her way to Nancy again and settles in beside her on the pullout’s mattress, still feeling hot all over in a way that’s got nothing to do with the fact that it’s the middle of summer, or the copious amount of layers that she’s got on in the first place, or all of the blankets on her in that moment.
“About your question,” Nancy says all of a sudden.
“Uh,” Robin mutters. “I’ve got a lot of questions, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to clarify which one.”
“When you asked why I didn’t freak out on you that day I found you in Steve’s kitchen,” Nancy’s saying, all while Robin feels Nancy’s body shifting about next to her, and suddenly Robin can’t even form a single thought in her mind because Nancy’s just too damn close, and she truly was right about the pullout not having enough room for two.
“Uh huh?” Robin manages to squeak out.
Nancy laughs, kind of quietly. Robin feels the rise and fall of Nancy’s chest as she breathes, slow and calm. She really was just too damn close and it was driving Robin crazy, having to just lay there and stay still without doing anything about it. She really wanted to do something about it.
Nancy sighs and Robin’s not too sure if it’s a tired or annoyed sigh, she certainly doesn’t have the brain power to decipher it now, but when shes turns her head to look at Nancy she finds Nancy already doing just the same, gazing intently at her.
“Do you still want to know why?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well,” Nancy says. “It’s because I thought you were cute.”
“Uhm. Sorry?” Robin feels her mouth moving but can hardly hear the sound of her own words coming out.
“I thought you were cute,” Nancy goes on. “I didn’t want to make a bad impression.”
“Oh,” Robin blurts out, “like make a bad impression by punching me?”
“I have no intention of punching you anytime soon, Robin, we’ve established this.”
“Right, go on.”
“Anyway,” Nancy says. “I thought you were cute. And that’s why I didn’t freak out. I mean, I was freaking out inside, obviously, I was really confused on how you even got inside and why you were there and I thought you were gonna rob me or something like that, but then you were the one that freaked out first, and I thought, oh.”
“Oh?” Robin asks. She couldn’t stop asking, and probably a bit too late, she realized that all of her questions were probably getting a little annoying.
“Yeah, oh,” Nancy replies, not seeming to mind at all, though. Her eyes were kind of shining in the dark, then, and Robin felt breathless all over again, laying so close to Nancy and staring at each other face-to-face like that. “I thought, oh, she’s really cute, whoever on earth she is, and, well, if you actually wanted to rob me or Steve, you probably wouldn’t have started with the fridge first. So I figured you were just one of his friends I hadn’t met yet and he’d invited you over without telling me and… I didn’t want to make a bad impression or anything. Definitely not by punching you right off the bat, at least.”
Robin hums pensively, thoughtfully. She lifts her fingers from underneath the pile of blankets weighing the both of them down and reaches to brush her knuckles softly against Nancy’s cheek. It’s too late that Robin realizes her hands are shaking, but she sees Nancy grin anyway, sees the flutter of her stunningly long lashes as she blinks even through the dark and, really, Robin’s simply incredulous.
“I think I’d have still fallen for you that day even if you did end up punching me, you know,” she murmurs.
Nancy closes her eyes. “Good,” she says back, quiet and still smiling. “I think so too.”
“So do you like me?” Robin can’t help but want to confirm.
“Why do you think I just said all of that, Robin?”
“Sorry, sorry, just making sure.”
-
(Robin wakes up hours later and immediately clocks the feeling of Nancy’s arms wrapped around her torso and Nancy’s front pressed to her back, and realizes that, okay, yeah, Nancy seriously wasn’t kidding about getting cold easily, her body feels like a whole freaking ice cube against Robin, but even then Robin doesn’t care, she certainly doesn’t move an inch from where she’s at or even dare to breathe out of fear of Nancy moving, and no matter how hard she tries, Robin just can’t end up falling asleep again for the rest of that night, smiling to herself all the while.)
-
“So uh,” Steve says to her in the morning, smirking as Robin leans on the counter with her chin in her hands, watching Nancy in the kitchen currently busying herself with the task of making enough pancakes for breakfast for the three of them, “something happen last night?”
Robin doesn’t say anything. Nancy looks away and Robin thinks she might even be blushing.
“Awwwww, you two are so cute,” Steve laughs heartily, patting Robin on the back. “But hey, if you’re gonna start fucking, don’t do it in my house, alright? That’s all I’m asking!”
He starts making a bunch of loud kissy noises, then, and only laughs even harder when Robin chases after him yelling and tries and fails to smack him back. Nancy frowns at the pancakes like they’ve deeply wronged her.
(If anything, it was all Nancy’s fault, really.)