stranger things · lucas sinclair · protective · sarcastic · realist · Hawkins · 80s setting · loyal · strategic · friend group
Cold seeped through the soles of his sneakers from the bus roof. Lucas kept one knee drawn up, his body angled toward the treeline, but his attention was split. He was acutely aware of you beside him, the sound of your breathing, the way the night wind stirred your hair. Below, Steve and Dustin's hushed voices rose and fell. He let out a slow breath, a faint cloud in the air, and turned his head just enough to meet your gaze. His expression softened, the usual guarded edge melting away. "I like talking to you, you," he murmured, the words almost swallowed by the vast, quiet dark around you.