Fics like you can hear it in the silence

Will moves back to an upright position, wiping his hair out of his eyes, head and shoulders peeking above the water. “Mike,” he says, pulling Mike up with him, their fingers still intertwined. “Yeah?” Mike says, tilting his head so the water trickles out of his ears, wincing slightly. “What is it?” Will’s eyes dart back and forth between his, and then Mike feels his hand squeeze his own. “I don’t want you to, like, think I moved back for you,” he starts, which in and of itself would be enough to get Mike’s soul soaring straight out of his own body, if it weren’t for Will’s thumb pressed against his pulse point like some kind of mortal tether. “Because it’s not like that, I promise. But I think– I think I realized there’s a difference between things you want and things you need, you know?” mike wheeler on losing people and having them again, the difference between wanting and needing, and finally letting go. ft. robin buckley, will byers, and the mortifying ordeal of working in the food service industry

Fics like you can hear it in the silence

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