You're a good writer. [Will says this emphatically, like he's mid-argument with someone about it. He isn't, he's just tired. His whole body is exhausted, like he's been wrung out. He shifts closer, realizing that a room-sized blanket fort is much more conducive to cuddling than a single-sized bed. He wonders if he'll wake up when Mike goes. He wonders if it'll take a long time to get back to sleep.]
It won't go away. [His eyes are closed now, just for a second. Just a second.] It can't. It's never stayed this long before. [A pause, then Will forces his eyes open, sleepy and bleary, but intently fixed on Mike.] If I forget, you have to remind me. You have to. Okay?
[Well, that's assuming someone actually manages to get Mike to leave, which won't be an easy task. As anxious as he is to see his parents, that will only be after Nancy has to physically drag him out of Will's bed and halfway across town.]
I'll tell you every single day, if I have to. Like that stupid movie from the future that Steve liked.
[That gets a sleepy snort of a laugh.] If you're a boat I'm a boat. Or something. Right?
[He's quiet for a moment, almost long enough to have fallen asleep, then his eyes open again and he bumps his nose against Mike's.] Bird. If you're a bird I'm a bird. [Stupid movie. Nonsensical, sad when it didn't need to be. But he'd liked that part.]
[Mike gives a snorting, sputtering laugh, one that rattles into life and fills up his whole chest, shaking the both of them. He hears Mrs. Byers usher someone else away from the door and wonders again if she knows - and if she knows - but it doesn't matter. Nothing else matters. They get to keep each other. Whatever happens after this, they're going to face it together.]
I'll write down all the movie endings I remember, too. We can pretend we're psychic.
Shhhhhh, don't be so noisy. [Will says it around a giggle that makes his sore muscles ache, one he has to bury against his pillow. It hurts to laugh, but the giddiness in his chest can't be stifled. They did it. They're back and together and they did it.]
Spoil the endings of all the movies. Dustin will be so mad.
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It won't go away. [His eyes are closed now, just for a second. Just a second.] It can't. It's never stayed this long before. [A pause, then Will forces his eyes open, sleepy and bleary, but intently fixed on Mike.] If I forget, you have to remind me. You have to. Okay?
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I'll tell you every single day, if I have to. Like that stupid movie from the future that Steve liked.
[He means The Notebook. We're going there.]
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[He's quiet for a moment, almost long enough to have fallen asleep, then his eyes open again and he bumps his nose against Mike's.] Bird. If you're a bird I'm a bird. [Stupid movie. Nonsensical, sad when it didn't need to be. But he'd liked that part.]
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I'll write down all the movie endings I remember, too. We can pretend we're psychic.
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Spoil the endings of all the movies. Dustin will be so mad.