"It's seven at night and the party is gathered in Mike's basement, drunk on laughter and cold pizza and togetherness. Will is in his wizard costume-well, the cape is draped across his lap as he stretches out on the couch and the tall, pointed purple hat is askew, a couple jostles away from falling straight off, so maybe he isn't exactly in costume, but he doesn't really care at this point, because the room is full of warmth and giddiness and he hasn't felt so at peace in what seems like forever. Mike is sprawled out on the floor below him, snorting at the sight of Lucas and Dustin as they wrestle with each other." Will and Mike sneak away to make out.