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He could fall asleep like this. Will feels a hand on his wrist, looking down at Mike who was now looking at him, his eyes heavy with sleep. Mike sits up slightly, propped up on his elbow before he makes eye contact with Will. "You're on all of my pillows." He says with a yawn, Will takes a deep breath, moving to get up before Mike tugs on his wrist, "don't move. You'll do just fine."
Mike turns over fully, wrapping his arms around Will's middle, and resting his head just below Will's sternum. Mike slings a leg over one of Will's own, letting a satisfied sigh leave his lips. They're...cuddling? The thought made will want to pinch his arm, prove that it was real, but he didn't need to. He placed a hand over Mike's arm, in hopes to keep him there.
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Will and Mike are childhood best friends who reunite years after Mike disappeared without a trace. No goodbye, not note, no explanation. This story is about Will figuring out why.