a s t e r o i d

Looks like it’s gonna be up to us again. It always is, isn’t it?

Bonus: Mike looking at Will like this:

Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?

Nancy:

Don’t imagine him showing up at thanksgiving anyway, and how El opens the door and smiles warmly, how Will slides down the hall in socked feet to give him a hug.

Don’t imagine Mike discovering what an incredible, kind, brilliant person El is once she has room to grow and thrive with a family who loves her in a place that doesn’t remind her of every bad thing she came from.

Don’t imagine Mike seeing Will laugh from across the table at something El said and wondering why he feels so warm, why Will’s smile feels like coming home, why there are thoughts running through his head of everything he wants to tell him.