[Even more than Joyce, Mike had always been the one who could reach in to the dark, horrifying places Will's mind went sometimes and drag him back. Halloween hadn't been the first time Mike's hands on his shoulders, his voice in his ears had pulled Will back to reality.
Now isn't much different -- he can't hear Mike, but he knows the grip on his arms, knows the intense, frightened tremor in those hands. He lifts his head, wrist dropping from between his teeth, eyes bright and teary and terrified.
But they focus on Mike, and Will swallows back the gasp of relief, leaning forward and grabbing onto Mike, clinging as tight as he can. Mike's alive, Mike's okay, the monsters didn't get him too. He's okay. He's all right.]
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Now isn't much different -- he can't hear Mike, but he knows the grip on his arms, knows the intense, frightened tremor in those hands. He lifts his head, wrist dropping from between his teeth, eyes bright and teary and terrified.
But they focus on Mike, and Will swallows back the gasp of relief, leaning forward and grabbing onto Mike, clinging as tight as he can. Mike's alive, Mike's okay, the monsters didn't get him too. He's okay. He's all right.]