rating: teen
word count: 2.8k
summary: And unexpected visit comes with unexpected confessions.
It wasn’t a particular special day, rather, it was the kind of day that Will looked forward to. A day in which he didn’t do anything exceptional, just stay at home, maybe watch some TV, maybe draw something if the inspiration struck; nothing was trying to endanger Hawkins again, something that Will had distinctly come to appreciate much more than he ever thought possible.
It was raining outside. Will had sat in one of the sofas by the window to watch. He let the sound the droplets made as they hit anything in their path sooth his mind, something about it bringing a calm to him that he never quite felt nowadays. He had opened one of the windows some time ago, and as he inhaled the earthy scent as the rain fell on dry soil, let it make his mind a blank canvas, it almost lulled him to sleep.
He had a blanket over himself, the tea his mother had brought beforehand sat on the small table beside the sofa, still hot enough that steam was slowly rising from the cup. He teared his gaze away from the outside, looked at the warm beverage and cupped it in both hands. He sipped silently from it, the liquid rapidly spreading warmth throughout his whole body. He hummed, let his head fall back against the cushion, and closed his eyes, let the peaceful atmosphere wash over him.