Will and Mike were in Mikes bedroom, Will drawing. He changed into pajamas and Mike hasn't changed yet.
"What are you drawing?"
Will looks down at his paper, then back up at Mike. He was drawing a scene where a Knight was fighting for a princess.
"Just two people."
He pauses.
"What were you gonna tell me?" Mike asks, not taking his eyes off Will.
"Nothing." He focuses on the drawing.
"I know you're gay Will. That's okay."
Will widened his eyes, dropping the crayon in his hand.
"Y-You're not mad?"
"Why would I be?"
Mike hugs a now crying Will tightly.
"Because I l-like you." Will sniffled into Mikes chest.
"Mike, it's just a stupid Crush." He wipes his own tears. Mike stays silent.
"It's just no one has ever treated me the way you do. Or made me feel the way I do, like you do."
Will pulls away.
"You know I like Eleven, right Will?" Mike says gently.
Will nods.
"I want you to just forget about it for a moment, okay? It's just you and me here."
Will seemed confused until Mikes lips were against his own.
Mike quickly pulls away, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
"I want you to be happy. You don't need me to do that." Mike mumbled.
Will nods.
He just has to move on.