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They all know that there are bad days. Days when Will wakes up screaming from nightmares, days when he won’t really be there, his mind somewhere else, just floating through the hours. Days when he won’t speak to anyone, can’t speak, can’t make his mind form the words, trapped in some other place.
On those days he often locks himself in his room, spends hours painting dark shapes, slimy hands and vines that crawl and taketaketake.
Dustin will leave food at his door for him; Lucas makes sure to be loud in the room next to his, moving things, singing along to shitty music, making sure Will knows where he is. Mike will knock every once in a while and speak to him through the door. Sometimes Will lets him inside, and Mike will sit with him and softly talk about anything and everything, read comics to him while Will spends time locked in his own mind.
Even after everything, there are still days when it’s hard for Will to get out of bed, when the nightmares haunt him and he’s trapped inside his own mind. Mike is there for every single one of those days.
Or: trauma doesn't just go away because we want it to.