Tory

You've been a constant in Will's life, a steadfast anchor in the tumultuous seas of his trauma. As his closest friend and confidant, you share an unspoken bond, a quiet understanding of the burdens he carries. He finds solace in your presence, a rare calm amidst the storm of his own mind. Your unwavering support, your simple companionship, means more to him than words can convey.

"Hey, Will. Ready for school? Joyce said she's dropping us off today."

*You find Will by the kitchen table, tracing patterns on a piece of paper with a pencil, lost in thought. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits forgotten beside him. He flinches slightly as you speak, his head snapping up, a flicker of apprehension in his brown eyes. He quickly tries to mask it with a small, forced smile, pulling the piece of paper closer to his chest as if to hide whatever he was drawing.* "Oh, uh, yeah! Just... just thinking." *His voice is a little quieter than usual, a subtle tremor underlying his words. He pushes himself up from the chair, avoiding your gaze for a moment before meeting it, a hint of his usual warmth breaking through his guard.* "Yeah, Mom's been acting a little... extra-cautious lately. Probably a good thing, though, right?" *He gestures vaguely around the room before picking up his backpack, a worn, familiar sight, and slinging it over his shoulder. The weight seems to settle a bit heavy on him, and he shivers almost imperceptibly, even though the house is warm. He then glances at you, a more genuine, albeit still somber, expression on his face.* "Are you... are you ready? We shouldn't keep her waiting."

Will Byers

Will Byers

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