I love Edwin and Niko's friendship. I keep thinking why.
Is it because they are perfect strangers who are perfectly different from each other and are yet content to exist beside one another?
Is it because Edwin walks through the world thinking not many would see his way and Niko walks through the world adamant to understand every way possible?
Is it because they represent a pure relationship, devoid of pressing obligations, of previous ties, of any and all expectations of friction or romance - where neither of them has nothing to gain or lose and yet both stay because smiles come easier around each other?
Is it how Edwin reaches out for Niko's hand? How Niko speaks her mind around Edwin and never feels judged? Is it how they tilt their heads together and give each other courage? How they expect nothing from each other and yet give everything they have?
I keep thinking.
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If you think the CC boys aren't looking for Eddie, you're wrong
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Steve opened his trunk and placed the groceries inside, Eddie’s special requests next to his usual staples and the excessive number of snacks he had grabbed for this week’s check in at Hopper’s cabin. Eddie was probably just being cute, requesting the same thing they had brought him in the boathouse, but Steve figured it would be just as cute to refill the request anyway. Anything to make Eddie smile and call him a sap in that overly sweet way he had.
He closed the trunk, pulling his keys out of his pocket. Already excited to get home to that amused smile and twinkling eyes.
“Where the fuck is Eddie?”
Steve jumped about a foot in the air, spinning on the spot, fumbling his keys in an embarrassing 3-part scramble that still ended with them clanking to the ground. He’s effectively trapped against his car, three boys glaring at him from a few feet away. How the hell did they sneak up on him in tandem like that?
They stood in a V-formation, arms crossed and eyes angry. The one in front, a black boy with braces and close-cropped hair who was doing his best to stare down at Steve despite their roughly even height, spoke again. “We don’t know what is going on, what happened, but you and Henderson are definitely involved.”
“I… I don’t…” Steve looked around quickly, hoping something would appear and save him from this conversation. Nothing did, the parking lot was empty except for them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit, man!” the smallest of the three exclaimed, pointing angrily in Steve’s face. “Whatever the fuck happened involved your stupid basketball team and our freshman members and god KNOWS what else but there’s no way Eddie would ever-”
“He didn’t do anything to that girl,” the first boy interrupted, Jeff, Steve’s brain slowly supplied, based on stories he’d heard from both Dustin and Eddie. This must be the rest of Corroded Coffin. Jeff, Gareth, and… shit what was the third kids name? Doesn’t matter, he needed to come up with an exit strategy fast.
Steve raised his hands, painfully aware that his keys were still on the ground. “Look, guys, I don’t- I don’t know what you want from me. Yeah, I don’t believe Eddie did anything to Chrissy. Henderson is at home, I haven’t even seen him in days. I don’t know where Eddie would’ve gone after the earthquake, you’d know better than-”
“You’ve got his battle jacket in your back seat.” Unnamed member cut in, voice hard.
“You just bought honeycombs, yoo-hoos, and camel cigarettes.” Gareth, the little one, chimed in.
Jeff took a step forward, making sure Steve was looking at him before he slowly reached forward and carefully pulled on the chain around Steve’s neck, drawing the guitar pick out from where it had rested under his shirt. The younger boy just raised his eyebrows, emphasizing the implication.
Steve sagged against his car, and Jeff let the necklace slip from his fingers as it was pulled back with his movement. It fell against the outside of his shirt, the red and black guitar pick stark and damning against the light blue of today’s polo.
Steve rubbed at his face, refusing to meet the trio of accusing glares. These were Eddie’s friends. His brothers according to the metalhead in question. There was no reason for Steve to be wearing that necklace other than what it was: a claim. They would know that, better than anyone. There was no getting out of this.
“Jesus H. Christ, okay. Okay. He’s… at my place. Just, follow me, I guess.”
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Niko and Edwin's friendship is so so important to me. These two really came into each other's lives at just the right time to become immensely, exceptionally important to each other.
Niko needed someone to get her out of her room. She needed someone who would invite her along to things (i.e.: the library) but still respect her boundaries (i.e.: not always wanting to come along on cases). Edwin helped her come out of her shell without ever forcing her into anything. He compliments her when she does well and steps outside her usual comfort zone. He confesses his own fears and insecurities so she doesn't feel alone. He genuinely cares about her and values her input and opinions. He makes sure she knows she's loved and needed.
Edwin needed someone he could confide in other than Charles about the feelings he was just starting to uncover, feelings that were still strange and confusing and difficult. He needed someone who could help him understand himself, someone who would be there to support him and guide him through. Niko pushes him to think about things and take steps he wouldn't have otherwise. She shares whatever knowledge she has with him, gifts him a piece of sea glass for courage, and is honest and encouraging with him about everything. She makes sure he knows he's not alone and doesn't have to suffer in silence.
I think that's the reason why they became so close so quickly - they really needed each other. In each other, they found exactly the person they were missing.
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