”I love the hair by the way.” Will’s soft whisper is almost like a light in the dark bathroom. Speaking to Mike after a long pause of nothing. Mike Wheeler cut his hair last weekend by himself, no professional or even someone to help him with the back of his head—so it was funny how Will adored it. Mike shrugged it off with a blushed laugh, obvious that he wasn’t being truthful—but oh yes he was. ”Im serious.” Will smiled, bringing his hand up to run his slim fingers through the unevenly cut hair. Mike stared at Will, not his hands, not his words but his face. His soft eyes and his lips and oh how pink they looked…just like how pink Mike’s cheeks were as he glanced in between Will’s eyes and his lips.