The air is wrong up here.
Itâs thick with spores, clinging to Mikeâs throat every time he breathes. The tower groans beneath their boots, metal slick and cold, the Upside Down stretching endlessly around them in dark reds and sickly blues. Vines pulse faintly below, alive in a way that makes Mike want to keep movingâbut he doesnât.
He digs into his pack instead and pulls out the water bottle. Hesitates. Then he holds it out.
âHere,â he says. âYou should drink.â
Will looks at it like he forgot water still exists in this place. He takes it, his hand brushing Mikeâs for half a secondâtoo long to be accidental, too short to mean anything at all. He drinks, coughs once, wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
Mike nods. Says nothing else.
The silence stretches. The Upside Down hums around them, distant thunder rolling through the dead sky. Will shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable with how quiet Mike has gone.
âYou were gonna say something,â Will says. âBack there.â
Mike swallows. âI was.â
Mike laughs under his breath, sharp and humorless. âYou make it sound easy.â
Will looks at him then, really looks at him. His eyes are tired. Guarded. Like heâs bracing for disappointment.
Mike turns away, staring out over the ruined outline of Hawkins. âYou said something last year. About feeling different. About always being the odd one out.â
Will stiffens immediately. âForget it. I shouldnâtâveââ
âNo,â Mike cuts in, a little too fast. He forces himself to look back at Will. âDonât. Please.â
Mike drags a hand through his hair, pacing a step, then stopping. âI didnât know how to answer you,â he says. âBecause if I said the wrong thing, IâI didnât wanna lie. And I didnât wanna freak you out.â
Willâs voice is quiet. âAbout what?â
Mikeâs chest tightens painfully. The spores seem thicker now, sticking to his skin, crawling into his lungs.
âAbout the fact that when you said that,â Mike says slowly, âit felt like you were talking about me too.â
Will blinks. âMikeââ
âI know,â Mike says, shaking his head. âI know you think I donât get it. Or that Iâve never had to think about it. But thatâs not true.â
He exhales, shaky. âIâve spent years telling myself I was normal. That I was just bad at stuff everyone else was good at. That Iâd grow into it.â
Willâs eyes flicker with something like recognition.
âBut I didnât,â Mike continues. âAnd every time I tried to picture my futureâlike actually picture itâit never looked like what it was supposed to.â
The tower creaks loudly, metal screaming for a moment before settling again. Willâs fingers twitch at his side.
âI thought I was broken,â Mike says. âOr selfish. Or just⊠wrong.â
He looks at Will now, really looks at him. âAnd then there was you.â
Willâs breath stutters. âMike, you donât have toââ
âI do,â Mike says, voice cracking despite himself. âBecause you think youâre alone in this. And youâre not.â
The words hang between them, heavy as ash.
âIâm not just scared of losing you,â Mike says quietly. âIâm scared because when I think about youâwhen Iâm with youâit feels like the truth. And that scares the hell out of me.â
Willâs eyes are glassy now. He shakes his head once, like he doesnât trust what heâs hearing.
âYou donât mean that,â Will whispers. âYouâre justâthis place messes with your head.â
âI mean it,â Mike says immediately. âIâve tried to make it stop. Iâve tried to make it something else. But itâs not.â
He takes a step closer before he can overthink it. Stops himself just short of touching Will.
âI donât just want you as my friend,â Mike says. His voice is barely steady now. âI never have. I just didnât know how to say it without ruining everything.â
Will looks like he might break apart.
âI spent so long thinking,â Will says, voice trembling, âthat I was a mistake. That if you ever knew, youâd look at me different.â
Mikeâs eyes burn. âI already look at you different.â
Will lets out a shaky breath. âDifferent how?â
Mike swallows hard. âLike youâre the person I keep choosing. Even when I donât understand why.â
The spores drift between them, slow and silent. The Upside Down watches.
âIâm like you,â Mike says. âI think I always was. I just didnât survive what you did, so I never had to face it.â
Will steps forward thenâclosing the gap Mike was afraid to cross. Theyâre inches apart now, close enough that Mike can feel Willâs breath.
âYouâre not broken,â Will says quietly.
âNeither are you,â Mike replies without hesitation.
They donât touch. Not yet. The world is still ending, after all. But something unspoken settles between themâsomething fragile and real and terrifying.
For once, the Upside Down doesnât feel quite as cold.