Oh. [Whispering is -- different. The Mind Flayer didn't whisper, it howled. It broke it's way through any defenses Will had tried to put up without caring about what damage it left. This sounds like something...smarter. More subtler.
That's almost scarier.
So Will tucks himself a little closer, like his presence will somehow drive away whatever this whispering thing is.] You don't...have to have proof. I believe you. [Of course he does.] And I don't think you're...y'know. Going crazy. It's the town doing something. It's not you.
[Mike wants to believe it, so he tries. He pictures all the other shit Deerington's done to his mind and to his body - stolen memories, false memories, those six weeks of being a ghost - and tries to absolve himself, to picture this as just another violation.
A shadow passes along the bottom of the door. He doesn't even bother to ask Will if he can see it.]
Would you tell me if you did?
[It's not serious, or at least not entirely. He even gives the faintest edge of a smile.]
[Will catches the smile, returns it with a faint one of his own and lets his hand walk over to touch the back of Mike's, lightly, knuckles to knuckles.] If you were, I'd be too, remember?
[Crazy together, that's the promise. Then and now and always.] So I probably wouldn't know.
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Date: 2020-09-15 10:58 pm (UTC)That's almost scarier.
So Will tucks himself a little closer, like his presence will somehow drive away whatever this whispering thing is.] You don't...have to have proof. I believe you. [Of course he does.] And I don't think you're...y'know. Going crazy. It's the town doing something. It's not you.
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Date: 2020-09-16 09:06 pm (UTC)A shadow passes along the bottom of the door. He doesn't even bother to ask Will if he can see it.]
Would you tell me if you did?
[It's not serious, or at least not entirely. He even gives the faintest edge of a smile.]
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Date: 2020-09-17 09:42 pm (UTC)[Crazy together, that's the promise. Then and now and always.] So I probably wouldn't know.
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:19 am (UTC)Maybe we're hallucinating each other.
[That... makes no sense, but he's barely slept in like a week. Cut him some slack.]