a body in motion

NOT MY STORY
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Will raises his eyebrows. "Is that why you came in here?" he repeats, looking back down at the blue flannel. "To ask me about the weather in Lenora?"

"Kind of," Mike says, and then, "well no, not about the weather specifically. I just- I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." And Will looks a lot more surprised at this, actually, than the idea that Mike might have just wanted to come to his room to make small talk about unseasonably frigid California winters. "Okay. What about?"

"Anything." The response is embarrassingly immediate. "Everything. I don't know. I missed you."
Hawkins, 1986. The world is ending, there are too many people in Mike's house, and to top it all off, he and Will have some things to talk through.