Steve stares at Robin in confusion, wondering what any of this even means, until it finally clicks. If Robin wanted Tammy to look at her, really look at her like she looked at Steve, then there’s really only one thing that could mean.

“Oh,” he breathes out, furrowing his brow a bit as he processes it all. Steve has been rejected by plenty of girls, more than he could even count, and this feels like sort of a distant cousin to that. He didn’t even put himself out there, for one. Or maybe he did, because why else would she tell him this huge thing on a sticky bathroom floor.

He’s still thinking, but Robin is looking at him like maybe she’s scared, and Steve hates that. In his month here in Darrow, he’s met all sorts of people who are gay and he’s fine with it all. Back home it wasn’t something that someone could really be open with and yeah, Steve was an asshole, but never about that. He doesn’t really get it, personally, but how could he? He’s not the one living it.

“If I sounded like a Muppet then it was a good impression, because her singing sounds like Kermit on a bender,” Steve says with a small smile. He can’t imagine that he would have reacted poorly back home either, but she’s looking at him like she doesn’t know what to expect. “Your taste in women is terrible, but I guess that leaves more for me.”

Steve looks at her for a long moment, smiling softly, and then gestures at the chair across from him. It’s his turn to be vulnerable now, and he swallows hard before looking at her again. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t just tell me this because you felt like sharing.” He huffs out a small laugh and feels his cheeks heat up a bit. “Did I make a complete fool of myself?”