okay so like, we all know that mike jumped off that cliff to save dustin. we know that he would have died if it hadn’t been for el
so imagine this
when will gets back and the boys are sitting in the basement playing their weekly d&d game, somehow the topic of mike’s cliff-jumping is brought up. like maybe mike says something to dustin and dustin says, “well, you jumped off a cliff for me, wheeler!”
and will doesn’t know about it yet. so he just goes white and gets really quiet, and he isn’t laughing or seemingly happy like he was before. mike knows something is wrong with him, because honestly he knows will better than anyone else. he can read will like a book.
so they take a little bit of a stretch-break and mike takes that opportunity to pull will aside privately. he asks will what’s wrong and will just leaps into his arms, shaking violently and trying so hard not to cry.
mike would catch him in surprise, holding him tightly as he asks will, again, what’s wrong. will whispers, “mikey, what if i lost you? what if i came back and…you weren’t here?”
and for once, mike just doesn’t know what to say to make him feel better. because honestly, if it hadn’t been for eleven, he really wouldn’t be here.
requires near constant attention and reassurance that my significant other doesn't hate me, gets extremely sad and angry when given any tiny reason to believe that they might not like me and then proceeds to hate them from any time between several hours to several days, is very emotionally dependent on them, is always sad or scared about something and needs to be comforted, gets jealous whenever they talk to anyone that isn't me, and is just generally high maintenance as hell
in case you haven't noticed, I can't act. I'm a bad actor. I don't portray human emotions, and I don't WANT to portray human emotions. have you ever seen me without the same weird scowl for every emotion? That's bad acting
Now here’s the part where I have to tell you everything that I’ve been feeling or I’m gonna spin out. But sharing my emotions is not something that I’m comfortable doing at all. Feelings are overrated and emotions are messy. And the thought of telling someone my deepest, darkest secret is enough to make my skin crawl. Usually. But I have to do it. I have to do it with you. Because something happened. And I don’t understand, but something happened. I didn’t imagine it, or maybe I did. Did I?
Dearest Caroline, I have often imagined the paths your life might take, but your chosen future is more noble than I ever fathomed. Please accept this contribution to your virtuous cause. I do look forward to thanking you in person, someday… However long it takes. Yours, Klaus.
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