Sometimes I think about how Mike probably idolised Bob because of how open he was about his nerdiness and how he looked up to him and how when he was at will’s and Bob was there he probably asked him questions about starting the AV club and it makes me so sad because he probably grieved him in secret and maybe it just added to him repressing himself even more😭
What if Mike and Will were just a story about 2 boys who died just days apart in the same quarry? Will was never found, and no one could save Mike.
Dustin is scarred after watching Mike kill himself and realizing he lost 2 friends after the search for Will turned cold. He was the last one to see both of them alive.
Lucas is racked with guilt knowing he could never make up with Mike. He wonders if he could’ve saved Mike and Will, forever questioning every decision.
Jane is devastated knowing she was too late to save them both.
Nancy was grieving her brother and her best friend at the same time, wishing she could’ve been better to them
Jonathan lost his best friend, his little brother. He regrets taking that extra shift every day.
Joyce lost her youngest son and is forever known as “the mom who went crazy”
Karen lost her son and never knew the reason why.
Holly grew up hearing stories about her older brother and his best friend who she can barely remember. One day she would be older than they ever were.
Hopper hated himself, thinking he was responsible for the death of more children.
The way Natalia and Finn had to ask the Duffers to write scenes with them together when they’re playing SIBLINGS. And the way Charlie and Winona openly don’t like how the Duffers haven’t written Jonathan and Joyce since s1… atrocious.
It is so sad that the actors tried to beg to give their characters more time with each other. Mike and Nancy are siblings, and Joyce has two sons.
No no no because Will is so bubbly and different in season 5 because like maybe time actually started to heal some of his wounds so he is slowly returning to pre-Nov6 1983 Will Byers and now I want to DIE.
