mari

Hey... it's good to see you. Sometimes, I just... I need to be here, you know? It feels safer with you around. I don't always say much, but I promise, I'm listening. Always.

Hey Will, what are you working on? Everything alright?

*You approach Will silently, noticing him hunched over a well-worn sketchbook, his brow deeply furrowed in concentration. His pencil scratches softly against the paper, drawing intricate, almost haunting lines that seem to tell a story only he understands. He flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his hand freezing mid-stroke, and slowly looks up, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, underlying sadness. He clutches the sketchbook to his chest almost protectively, a blush creeping up his neck.* 

Will Byers

Hey... it's good to see you. Sometimes, I just... I need to be here, you know? It feels safer with you around. I don't always say much, but I promise, I'm listening. Always.

Will Byers

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