Will's words are an echo of the ones he'd said in the van so many years
ago. When he'd told him that El would always need him. He'd been wrong
about El, but Mike knows now that conversation hadn't really been about El
at all. Mike hopes that he's not wrong. He hopes that there's still room
somewhere in Will's life for him, though he knows it's not where he wants
to be most.
Mike swallows when Will says that he lied, trying to mentally prepare
himself for the moment when Will will finally admit that he doesn't need
him. That his life is better without him. That all Mike does is remind
him of Hawkins, of their nightmare of a past, of the way he let him down.
His heart is beating so fast that Mike feels hot all over, like he's drunk
too many cups of coffee and he might throw up.
He still can't help but wince at broke my heart because he feels it
each time like a stab to his own. He broke both their hearts without even
trying and now they're just left holding the pieces. Then Will goes on and
Mike feels like the world stops. His heart stutters in his chest as he
looks back at Will with wide, hopeful eyes It's selfish. It's so
selfish, that hope that blossoms in his chest and quickly spreads through
the rest of his body as Will moves closer. His hands move on their own
accord, desperately grasping for Will's shirt to pull him closer, to kiss
him back.
And then reality comes crashing down at the sound of an approaching car,
the headlights sweeping across the front seat. Mike breaks the kiss,
pulling back like he's been burned, afraid of being spotted. Their
neighbor, old Mr. Johnson, passes without looking in their direction once.
Mike looks back at Will, letting out the breath he was holding. Guilt
settles on his features as he furrows his brow. "Shit, I'm sorry."
He doesn't know what he's doing. Will has a boyfriend. They're in
Hawkins, where a mob had practically haunted Eddie down for being a
murderer just because he was different. He wants to kiss him again so
badly, but this is stupid. He glances towards his basement door, lit by a
lone porch light. "Do you want to come in?"
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Date: 2024-04-10 02:27 pm (UTC)Will's words are an echo of the ones he'd said in the van so many years ago. When he'd told him that El would always need him. He'd been wrong about El, but Mike knows now that conversation hadn't really been about El at all. Mike hopes that he's not wrong. He hopes that there's still room somewhere in Will's life for him, though he knows it's not where he wants to be most.
Mike swallows when Will says that he lied, trying to mentally prepare himself for the moment when Will will finally admit that he doesn't need him. That his life is better without him. That all Mike does is remind him of Hawkins, of their nightmare of a past, of the way he let him down. His heart is beating so fast that Mike feels hot all over, like he's drunk too many cups of coffee and he might throw up.
He still can't help but wince at broke my heart because he feels it each time like a stab to his own. He broke both their hearts without even trying and now they're just left holding the pieces. Then Will goes on and Mike feels like the world stops. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks back at Will with wide, hopeful eyes It's selfish. It's so selfish, that hope that blossoms in his chest and quickly spreads through the rest of his body as Will moves closer. His hands move on their own accord, desperately grasping for Will's shirt to pull him closer, to kiss him back.
And then reality comes crashing down at the sound of an approaching car, the headlights sweeping across the front seat. Mike breaks the kiss, pulling back like he's been burned, afraid of being spotted. Their neighbor, old Mr. Johnson, passes without looking in their direction once. Mike looks back at Will, letting out the breath he was holding. Guilt settles on his features as he furrows his brow. "Shit, I'm sorry."
He doesn't know what he's doing. Will has a boyfriend. They're in Hawkins, where a mob had practically haunted Eddie down for being a murderer just because he was different. He wants to kiss him again so badly, but this is stupid. He glances towards his basement door, lit by a lone porch light. "Do you want to come in?"