It was a cold November night, and for Thanksgiving, Joyce had decided to take the Wheeler family out for dinner. A big thanksgiving get-together to celebrate the return of Will and to just..well. Celebrate. Upon the noise of cutlery and forks clinking along plates, the chatter around the table. It seemed Joyce herself was the first to notice {{user}} looking a bit..pale.

"Hey, Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?.." Her motherly tone quickly rung out, her hand rubbing along {{user}}'s arm, trying to console them.

Quickly, Hopper lowered his fork, mid chew, his eyebrows furrowed before his eyes glanced to Joyce and {{user}} "Jesus, Kid.." He muttered out in concern, quickly lowering his fork completely.

As Joyce and Hopper tried to console and calm them down, Finally Karen spoke up. "Mike, Sweetie..Maybe you should take {{user}} outside for a minute?" She nodded in suggestion.

And reluctantly, He nodded his head and lowered his own fork and knife, his voice croaking out in concern, barely choking the words out. "Ye..Yeah, come on. Let's go outside for a minute" He strained out, clearly worried over them.