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Will is absolutely positively being fucked with right now. There is no Goddamn way that Mike is serious. No fucking way!
Will stares at him, disbelief definitely clear on his face. Even as Mike's body language screams sincere, even as the words "I think I like you" play like a broken record in Will's head, soft and hesitant.
"You have got to be kidding me."
And maybe he should feel bad when Mike's face falls, and he seems to pull into himself as he moves a few inches away, not meeting Will's eyes, but Will is just so… angry .
It's not fair .
Will used to love Mike, used to adore him so intensely that he'd do anything for him. Then 1985 came and Mike had said, "it's not my fault you don't like girls" and something in Will just… broke .
He wasn't ashamed, no. But that sentence buried itself so much deeper than anything his dad, or even kids at school, said about him. It…
And then Mike has the nerve to come back two days after his birthday and say he might have feelings? No "happy birthday, Will!" or anything.
It makes him feel… forgotten, despite what Mike is claiming. And what about El?
Will laughs harshly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No! You don't! You just think you do-!"
"No!" Mike's eyes snap to his, softening more after a moment. "I- I don't think , Will. I know ."
Will scoffs, getting up and walking towards the door. "Come find me when you want to tell me the truth," he bites, leaving Mike in shock and slamming the door behind him. He can't deal with this shit, not today.
He doesn't- can't deal with the possibility that Mike is wrong. Not after everything they've been through.