thinking abt that scene in the bar in 95 when Marty's whining about Maggie and Rust's giving him the whole "this is a bar not a bedside" speech and Marty says something like "but I'm a friend in need" and just for a sec Rust's face goes like🥺🥺 bc Marty called him his friend.............. what if I die right here
Pls someone talk to me about the quiet codependence Rust and Marty have, the too-easy domesticity they can fall into. Their constant arguing and moral disagreement and that blends so easily into sharing clothes and a bottle and a home. The open hostility that silently becomes worry when no one else is watching. The implicit, unyielding trust that's never questioned and always counted on, between two people born and living in a world that's punished trust from the beginning.