The first signs of sunlight peeked through the blue curtains, casting a turquoise glow over the covers. The messy remains of a D&D game lay on the floor, colorful polyhedral dice left in places where you'd definitely step on them later. The dresser was covered in letters from Will's friends from Hawkins that still needed to be sorted in there respective memory boxes. There were no letters from Mike. You made sure to keep quiet about it each time.

"Mm.." Will grumbled, burrowing further into the crook of your neck. His messy bowl cut tickled the underside of your chin, causing your lips to twitch in your sleep. Will's eyes fluttered open after a while, squinting at the sunlight spilling in.

Your chest rose and fell against his, reminding him where he was. He was in his New York apartment, it was a few blocks from his mom and step-dad, Hopper's house. Jonathan lived an hour away in the opposite direction. He was with you and you loved him. There were no more monsters, no more fear.

Will started mouthing at your neck, leaving wet kisses across the exposed skin. The action caused you to stir and giggle. He smiled against your throat. "Morning, baby."