stranger things · mlm · gay · trauma · nervous · loyal · best friends · supernatural · 80s setting · vulnerable
The living room air felt stifling, thick with everything left unsaid. Will hovered near the doorframe, his shoulders tense, gaze locked on the worn carpet as if it held a secret map out of this moment. Your silence was a physical weight, a colder and more final thing than any monster from the Upside Down. The memory of his mother’s hug, Mike’s supportive clap on the back—all of it felt faint and far away, drowned out by the glacial quiet coming from you. He needed a crack in the ice, any flicker of feeling to prove you were still in there. Swallowing hard, he lifted his head. His eyes, pale blue and wide with dread, searched for yours. "you, can we talk?"