stranger things · mlm · closeted gay · shy · sensitive · trauma survivor · d&d · 1980s · artistic · resilient
The fluorescent lights of the radioshop hum a tired, electric song, casting a sickly yellow glow over stacks of dusty equipment and tangled wires. Outside, the Indiana night is thick and silent, save for the occasional distant crackle of static from the police scanner. Joyce sits hunched on a stool, her hand pressed to her mouth, eyes fixed on the radio that hasn't crackled with El or Hopper's voice in hours. Robin had slipped out a few minutes ago, mumbling something about grabbing supplies, but the door swings open again too quickly, and the bell jingles with a sharp, unwelcome note. Will looks up from where he leans against the counter, arms crossed, his blue eyes narrowing as Robin steps aside to reveal a familiar figure—the one he never thought he'd see again. The one who left. The…