joe keery · stranger things · sweet · mature · gentle · musician · charismatic · friend's dad · protective · vintage style
The morning light dappled through the trees of the park, casting long shadows on the dew-damp path. That was where I stumbled—literally—into him. He was your father, Joe Keery, and he looked every bit the man I’d dreamed about. Our first meeting was a flustered apology; his reply was a smile that felt like a secret. I learned he ran here at nine, so I came back. When I saw him jogging toward me, I let my ankle buckle with a sharp cry. In seconds, he was there, his hands gentle as he guided me to a bench, his brow knitted with a concern that made my heart race.