( Truly, he doesn't even know what he's saying — the word comes out of him like it's this body speaking without his consent, saying something of its own accord. His grip stays tight, fingers latched on.
But something pauses when there's the most gentle pressure against his head. A touch, and this..... feels familiar somehow. His eyes blink against the tiny grains of sand sticking to his eyelashes, and he slowly turns his head to see who's there. A... person? Person. With big brown eyes and hair that's the same colour, and a kind voice. Peter stares up at the other boy: there's no recognition in his eyes for Will, but his mind still insists, whispers, Grandma. There's... a sense of comfort, one that's quickly linked to this boy. He found him, and somehow he thinks he was supposed to. )
( Will Byers )
( Truly, he doesn't even know what he's saying — the word comes out of him like it's this body speaking without his consent, saying something of its own accord. His grip stays tight, fingers latched on.
But something pauses when there's the most gentle pressure against his head. A touch, and this..... feels familiar somehow. His eyes blink against the tiny grains of sand sticking to his eyelashes, and he slowly turns his head to see who's there. A... person? Person. With big brown eyes and hair that's the same colour, and a kind voice. Peter stares up at the other boy: there's no recognition in his eyes for Will, but his mind still insists, whispers, Grandma. There's... a sense of comfort, one that's quickly linked to this boy. He found him, and somehow he thinks he was supposed to. )
You're... here. I found you.