mike is not happy. he did not want to spent his already short vacation cooped up in a car, in a hotel, and he did n o t want to pretend like nothing happened. he had to deal with losing one of his best friends, meeting a new one, going to a funeral, and then finding out that wasn’t really him. sure, they got will back but they lost eleven in the process and were all thoroughly traumatized. eleven was whisked away into some unknown world and no one was allowed to talk about it. who can ignore that? especially when they can’t even hold a funeral for her.
...after all, is she even dead? he doesn’t know. and that haunts him. he’d much rather sulk in his room or be playing with his friends; at least then he could properly pretend like nothing was wrong. instead of sitting in silence with nancy while mom jabbers away and dad ignores her. he wants to tear his hair out.
& of course, he claims travel exhaustion once they arrive, so he doesn’t have to spend any more time with them for the time being.
— ... and of c o u r s e, nancy decides to stay in the room too.
mike watches as his sister paces, brow knit and the famous ever-present pout on his face. when she stops pacing his neck jerks back just the slightest, soon-to-be-teenage attitude growing more apparent.
he jumps to his feet when she talks, already bossing him around; already defensive. “ what? no! why? ”
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