“Mike? You okay?” Today isn’t normal though, Mikes staying the night at the Byers for the first time in what feels like years, aside from his trip to California. “Uh- yeah. I’m okay.” His headspace is pulling at his brain, it always helps when storms happen, definitely in one this bad. It’s just so loud and the rain is pouring heavily like it could drown Mike if he stepped outside. “Not-not weawy-really” stammers mike. “You protect me through the storm?” Will nods very seriously.

(Fyi who do u wanna be?)