the concept of will byers hitting like. 24 or something and something small happening, breaking up with a boyfriend or being in counselling, & realising oh he's So fucking angry. SO angry. he's been so angry for so so long & never naming this feeling as anger because anger hurts people, lonnie hitting people he loved, and will's always been his mom's sweet boy, gentle will, sensitive will, he's allowed to be sad so he's been sad but he hasn't let himself be angry. and he's so, so angry, all the time now, it's like a dam broke - will who finds himself screaming into his pillow at the smallest inconvenience or for no reason at all sometimes, stubbing his toe and cursing up a fucking storm instead of biting his lip, seeing a photo of himself as a kid & instead of reflexively turning away he feels everything, waking up tasting blood from how he's been gritting his teeth in his sleep, thinking awful things about 'henry' and hoping he's rotting in hell and being tortured, feeling guilty about it, then angry at how he feels he should be guilty for that, ruining sketchbooks by drawing so furiously it rips through layers of pages. will finally letting himself feel it all, finally letting himself feel sorry for that tiny 12 year old version of him. a conversation with jonathan about how anger's just a feeling, not negative or positive in itself, that it's how you let it out that determines if it's a good or bad thing (both of them knowing that neither of them is very good at turning it outwards, not inwards). his anger levelling out the older he gets & the more he practices feeling it, noticing it, letting it be there and then watching it ebb back again. anyway.
