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"Mike."
His name is spoken softly into the closet's stale air, and it's like Mike's entire body was dunked into a vat of freezing water. His gaze snaps to Will's face, unable to bear avoiding it any longer and-
Teary chasms of green are staring back at him, watery and vibrant and so Will that Mike has to choke back the sob of relief welling in his throat- because it's not. It can't be him. It's impossible.
But then Will's crying, and he's falling back into his chair half-limp, like the reprieve of being himself again has sapped all the strength from his body. His voice trembles as he whispers, "God, Mike. I'm so sorry."
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Two queers come together to write the Mike POV that the fandom deserves and uh-
Well, even during the apocalypse, Mike Wheeler has time to fuck things up.
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Check us out on AO3! It Rhymes With Shame by punxy and Riigel
Anticipate about 8 chapters.