“It’s okay,” is the first thing Will manages to say when his heart slides back down out of his mouth and lands in his chest, beating too fast and just a touch uneven.
In the weeks he’s been here he’s seen (and avoided being seen by) a fair few people but he’s sure he’d remember if he spotted the boy before. He looks worse for wear, worse even than Will had when he stumbled out of the station in ill-fitting borrowed clothes, still sporting an uneven tan and deep, dark bags under his eyes from days spent riding through the desert just to land back in the never ending waking nightmare Hawkins, Indiana has been for the past few years.
The urge to help, or at least not make things worse, rises and he adds; “I was just absorbed, that’s all.” And gestures at the sketchbook in his lap before clearing his assorted debris off the bench so it can actually be shared.
Sketching, art in general, is the one thing he’s found that can turn off the hyper-vigilance that’s been brewing in him since childhood and amplified since he landed himself here somehow. The constant, bone deep anxiety has been getting worse the more he learns, or doesn’t, about their current predicament and if he leaves the apartments he’s not in danger of driving Steve insane with it.
“Sorry if me jumping out of my skin scared you back.” Still he manages to offer a small smile and gesture that he doesn’t mind sharing the bench. “I’m Will, I’m guessing you’re new here?” There’s been an influx of people posting on the network so something must be going on.
no subject
In the weeks he’s been here he’s seen (and avoided being seen by) a fair few people but he’s sure he’d remember if he spotted the boy before. He looks worse for wear, worse even than Will had when he stumbled out of the station in ill-fitting borrowed clothes, still sporting an uneven tan and deep, dark bags under his eyes from days spent riding through the desert just to land back in the never ending waking nightmare Hawkins, Indiana has been for the past few years.
The urge to help, or at least not make things worse, rises and he adds; “I was just absorbed, that’s all.” And gestures at the sketchbook in his lap before clearing his assorted debris off the bench so it can actually be shared.
Sketching, art in general, is the one thing he’s found that can turn off the hyper-vigilance that’s been brewing in him since childhood and amplified since he landed himself here somehow. The constant, bone deep anxiety has been getting worse the more he learns, or doesn’t, about their current predicament and if he leaves the apartments he’s not in danger of driving Steve insane with it.
“Sorry if me jumping out of my skin scared you back.” Still he manages to offer a small smile and gesture that he doesn’t mind sharing the bench. “I’m Will, I’m guessing you’re new here?” There’s been an influx of people posting on the network so something must be going on.