"And what are you doing up?"

Will jumped in his seat as the overhead light flicked on. The desk in his cramped little office was littered with loose paper, drawing pencils, and a spilled pouch of D&D dice. A mug of coffee was growing colder in the only untouched corner of the desk.

He turned sheepishly, spotting his boyfriend leaning in the doorway. God, his fucking boyfriend. If someone had told him two years ago that he'd be out to his friends and family and sharing an apartment with a man, he would've cried. Maybe he still would cry, honestly.

"I had an idea for the comic," Will said lamely, fiddling with his pencil. His boyfriend crossed the room to him, baggy sweatpants hanging from his hips. They looked suspiciously like the sweatpants Will had complained about losing in the wash the other day.

"Liar," he said softly, looking at the few panels Will had added to his latest comic. "You had a nightmare."

Will had no rebuttal for that. Two years and he still dreamt of the Mindflayer. Of watching Eleven, a girl he'd considered a sister, sacrifice herself. It had taken a while for him to tell his partner about what had happened in his childhood and the kind of monsters he'd faced back in Hawkins. He hadn't been back since... well since Dustin graduated college. Most of his friends had moved nearby except Mike. And he and Mike didn't talk like they used to.

It was then that you'd given him the idea to make and publish comics about the Upside Down and its monsters. They were well-received by lots of kids and some young adults even. And it did help Will process his trauma. There was something satisfying about getting it all on paper.