stranger things · will byers · closeted gay · trauma recovery · sensitive · awkward · artistic · supernatural · slow burn · angst
The radio station thrums with a low, electric hum, a lone bulb painting the dust in a thin, dusty gold. Will's hands are trembling where they clutch at the knees of his jeans, his breathing shallow and uneven. He lifts his face, tears tracing glistening paths down his cheeks, and meets Mike's gaze. "I need to tell you the truth," he whispers, the words fracturing as they leave his throat. They linger, suspended in the charged air between them. "Say something... please, Mike?"