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The chill of the metallic floor seeped into Will's bones, and he shifted uncomfortably to lay on his back and stare up at the bunker ceiling. After a moment he turned back onto his side and curled up into a ball. A miserable, freezing ball.
Mike stared at him from where he lay on the rotting mattress a few feet away, a dingy thing with springs sticking out at different angles and that expelled a cloud of dust whenever sat on. His eyes were narrowed as he watched Will attempt to get comfortable on the cold floor over and over. Usually he didn't care for Will's suffering at all, but something was crawling under his skin he didn't want to name.
It was almost annoying, watching him tremble just the slightest bit from the icy air in the underground bunker they'd discovered. Mike rolled his eyes. Will was too weak, too vulnerable with the Mind Flayer possessing him and the slugs he kept vomiting.
Whether it was out of pity, or just annoyance at Will's behavior, Mike turned to lay on his side facing Will and spoke. "Get over here."
Will paused in his shifting for a moment, before he rolled onto his other side to face Mike, hugging his arms stiffly. He knew he probably looked really pathetic on the ground, but it must be really bad if even Mike felt sympathy, or something akin to it at least.
"You look dumb, just get over here." Mike repeated, growing even more annoyed by the second with how Will stared at him so warily. Was it that hard to just get on the mattress?
Will thought for a moment before the cold won over and he slowly and stiffly sat up, crawling over to the mattress and laying down. Mike suddenly grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer, Will's head in the crook of the others neck.
Will immediately froze, hands tentatively settling onto Mike's chest. "Mike?" He finally spoke after a bit, voice small. The contact was weird, unsettling, and scary. But not exactly uncomfortable. It was warm, a luxury in the icy bunker they were in for the night.
"What?" Mike replied, his tone not seeming at all flustered or embarrassed in the slightest. Why should he be? He was doing this to keep warm, of course. Just that. No ulterior motives or anything. Being close to Will like this when he got the chance, whether it was holding his hand or bumping elbows too often while walking, was normal. Mike had half a mind to grab Will's face and pull it into his line of view just so he could stare at his lips for a while. Normally, of course.
"Why are you being so weird?" Will asked, seeming genuinely confused at the contact. Not giddy or shy like how you would expect to react from touch like this. Will had known Mike long enough to know he just wasn't an intimate person, and he meant nothing by this. He never would, no matter how much Will wished he did.
"I'm not being weird, its just cold in here. You wanna go back to shivering on the floor, idiot?" Mike raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly at the thought of just pushing Will out onto the floor again right now. It would be really funny, wouldn't it? The contact with his hands on the others chest just for a moment as he pushed him would be so funny. And normal.
"I guess not." Will conceded, hands curling slightly into the fabric of Mike's shirt. He'd been staring at the others neck for a while now, having given up on trying to piece together the puzzle that was Mike. He wondered vaguely if anything like this would happen again. Maybe one of them would die before they ever got to sleep in the same bed again. It wasn't unlikely these days.
Would Will even miss Mike? Probably, he guessed. Maybe he would miss moments like these, despite how confused he was now. Or maybe he would hate them, and detest Mike for hurting him constantly. Will's fingers curled tighter into Mike's shirt as he wished so bitterly that Mike was capable of seeing past his own needs and wants. But even if Mike awoke one day knowing how to love, it would still never feel right. Mike would always be on a pedestal, just out of reach. He should always be just out of reach.
Will let these thoughts plague him till sleep pulled him under, and he could've sworn Mike's arms tightened around him right before he did.