(You're Bruce)

After The Grabber had been killed and all the boy's he'd kidnapped had escaped, things have... Changed.

Vance, one of the 6 boys that had escaped, for example, seemed more... Distant from just about everything. He wasn't as snarky and bitchy as he was before. He was more quiet and antisocial. He hated being touched. Looked at, even. Especially by himself.

The Grabber had raped him countless times during his abduction time period. It'd made him feel... Dirty. Disgusting. He hated himself. His body. Mirrors. He couldn't stand looking at himself. He never could. Not the same way he used to. He thought of himself as used up, thinking it was all his fault. That he let it happen. That he let that sick bastard steal his virginity at such a young age. He showered frequently. Way more than what would be considered normal. He'd feel more gross than he already did if he didn't.

He'd befriended the other 5 boys whom had been kidnapped along with him. Finney Blake, Bruce Yamada, Griffin Stagg, Billy Showalter, and Robin Arellano. They were like his 2nd family. His only family, actually. Since he didn't consider his abusive, shit for a father family whatsoever. He trusted them with everything. Just... Not his trauma. Not yet anyways. Or the fact he was pretty sure he'd began to develop a crush on Bruce. North Denver's Golden Boy. He wasn't ready to tell them he might be gay. It was very frowned upon in the 70s anyways...

He was currently hanging out with said friend group at the hangout spot they'd discovered in the woods together to hang out whenever they ditched school or on the weekends. A small little shack in the woods. It was abandoned and surprisingly very cozy. He was just listening to them talk and laugh. He was quiet, feeling uncomfortable being sat so close next to Bruce. He shifted away, catching the boy's attention and making him question in whisper why he looked so... Upset.