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"What ya working on, Will?" Joyce asked him, watching her son's hand fly across the paper.

This new picture was an...interesting change from his regular fantasy inspired images It looked like the start of a portrait, and something about the face looked very familiar-Joyce couldn't put her finger on it. Will's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to get the details of the mystery person's portrait exact.

"I've been practicing portraits, and this is another portrait. It's a great way to practice realism," Will told her, his hand gliding over the paper with ease. She watched it with great fascination, amazed at her youngest son's talent.

"Who are you drawing?" Joyce queried, staring down at the paper. Will's quick hand slowed down, his movement's faltering. He blushed at the question, and looked up at his mom with a fake frown. She raised her eyebrows, and took a closer look at the drawing.

It was Mike- the features were so precise and sharp, yet it was soft at the same time. Joyce was at a lost for words- the drawing was absolutely gorgeous, and all around him was various heart.

"Is it looking okay?" Will asked her softly, his eyes darting up at her. She nodded fast, looking down at Will.

"Of course it is," she told him honestly, and rubbed her son's back soothingly. She went back to washing the dishes, and she hummed to herself, thinking about what she just saw. What Joyce figured out a long time ago about Will was that he will draw people that he had crushes on. It was a cute and endearing quality about him, even if some might say that it was creepy.

Of course she would know something like that about her boy- but how could she not have figure out that Will had the biggest crush on Mike? For a long, long time now? Nobody could convince that his crush only started recently; the way he drew Mike's portrait was all too familiar and easy for him for it to be simply "practice".

Joyce really didn't care who her son loved, as long as less he was happy and not being hurt. She just wished that he would've been more comfortable to talk to her about it.

Will and Mike were laying on his bed and Mike's head was laying in his lap. His fingers were laced through his hair, and he had the softest smile on his face. Will stared down at Mike with an adoring look in his eyes.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Mike murmured, and tilted his head up to look at him "I should be doing this for you."

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to," Will told him, and tucked a strand of hair behind Mike's ear "you really shouldn't be, not when you're this exhausted."

Mike waved off his concern with a tired hand and shook his head. "I'm jus' fine, Will. You don't need to worry about me."

"But I do worry, babe." Will reassured softly, and cringed at the pet name for his friend. He's not your boyfriend, why the fuck do you worry? He thought to himself with a hiss, and he prayed that Mike didn't hear it.

"I know you do. And I worry about you too, William," Mike said, looking up at him with a tired grin. Either he heard him, or he was just that tired. He reached up to Will's free hand, playing with his fingers as he stared up at him. "I could fall asleep like this- me, playing with your fingers and you stroking my hair...it's...it's nice."

Will chuckled softly and twirled a strand of his hand with his finger. "Go to sleep then since you want to so badly," he teased, and watched as Mike closed his eyes.

His breathing slowed down, and Mike snuggled closer to Will. He slithered his hand up so it wrapped around his waist and he pulled him down on the bed. Will let out a quiet squeak and felt his face burn up. Turning his head to the side, he found his mother standing in the entryway of his door, her eyebrows raised and slack jawed.

He widened his eyes and Joyce raised her hands, her eyes also widening. It's okay, baby. Don't worry, she mouthed to him, and cleared her throat, giving him a soft smile. Will's face flushed a darker shade of red, and gave her a small smile.

Thank you, Will mouthed back and Joyce nodded slowly, walking away to do whatever she was doing. He stared down at Mike, his head resting against his chest. His chest was rising and falling so slowly. It was the most relaxed Will has seen him in two weeks.
God, Mike was so amazing, and he was so in love. But he knew that Mike would never feel the same way about him. It didn't matter to him- all he wanted was for him to stay in his life. And that was more than anything he could ever ask for.

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