Troy looks up to see the last person in the world he wants to see. Will Byers. How dare he show himself now?
As if not noticing Troy’s hostility, or just completely ignoring it, Will continues to come closer and even sits beside Troy.
“Why the hell are you here?” Troy barks angrily. “And how did you even know I’d be here?”
Will, choosing not to pay the anger any mind in favor of focusing on the first aid kit in his hand, answers with cool indifference. “I know this is yours and James’ favorite spot.” When he’s done fiddling with his kit, he looks up at Troy and inches forward with an antiseptic in his hand.