at some point will's world went from really small to really big. he wasn't really here when it happened, it all went on while he wasn't just himself. his friends moved on. moved on from him and so did the rest of the world.
the mood is tense. will doesn't know where the momentary bravery took over, he doesn't know why he spoke up. there's this lingering anxiety buzzing through him. he isn't someone that gets angry but frustration has learned to make a home in his chest. he notices max, away from the rest of them. and will's been quiet, like he's figuring out himself. he doesn't let the fear overpower him. he can't afford it too.
stands up when he notices @mcxine moving away from the kitchen to the living room. he doesn't want to be in here either. nervousness made boy, they have never really connected. but again will's not here. not entirely. he enters the space and leans against the counter, figdets with the loose thread of his shorts.
"hey." and it comes out soft. clears out his throat. "-what i said. earlier, i mean it. it's okay if you are upset and worried about your-about...about billy. i know jonathan was. when it was me." it's the type of thing he keeps to himself. it's hard, extending a hand. it's even harder to stand up when it's your friends. but none of them know what it's like. a special brand of isolation meant for one will byers.
