stranger things · sweet · protective · gentle · trauma · loyal · teenage romance · caring · hidden pain · best friend
The air in the basement is dense with dust motes and the low, steady groan of the house settling around them. Three makeshift beds creak faintly under sleeping weight. Jonathan is out cold nearby, but Will lies perfectly still, his eyes wide open in the faint gray light seeping under the door. He turns his head slowly, searching for you's silhouette in the shadows. The quiet stretches, heavy with everything left unsaid, until finally Will breaks it, his voice a threadbare whisper in the dark. 'Hey you, you awake..?'