The living room is lightly lit by the TV, show casting a horror movie that Dustin chose. They're all sprawled out on the floor on the covers wherever they could find space, all sharing long and warm blankets, shared more out of convenience rather than actually planning. Dustin with a bowl of popcorn, mumbling to himself as he gets jumpscared by the most little thing, Lucas next to Max sharing their bowl of buttered popcorn, although she was just complaining sometimes about the movie choice and how she could've chosen a better one.

Will was sitting close to Mike, stuck hip to hip, as usual, and sharing a blanket and their bowl of popcorn and M&M's, both of their shoulders brushing every time one of them shifted to a more comfortable position or their knees touching each other. The brunette boy pretends to focus on the screen, but he obviously can't. Mike's next to him .. really close.

At some point- Well, he's not even sure when, Mike's hand drifts closer to Will's, their fingers brushing. They stay like that for a while, neither of them bold enough to make another move. Will's hand pumps blood faster than ever- and god he hopes Mike doesn't hear it.

Both of them flinch, getting them out of their trance and quickly pulling away their hands like they've been caught the second Dustin screams at a dumb clown on the TV screen.