Fuck, he'd only lived in this town for something like nine or ten months, so the names for Steve's little gremlins weren't exactly all in his head. Hearing that anyone might find his often nightmarishly dark art for the cards inspiring was just shocking.
"Here," he says, gesturing for the card again. "Just let me do something with that for a moment, okay?"
And he is producing a marker from his pocket. It's wrong to go out into the world without some art supplies. It's just wrong.
"That cocky jackass was making his best of a shit situation. Being dragged out here as punishment for being alive wasn't going to make for the nicest guy. Though I wasn't so good before that either."
The answer was escaping his father, and even a few years of therapy.
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"Will. That's... baby Byers, right?"
Fuck, he'd only lived in this town for something like nine or ten months, so the names for Steve's little gremlins weren't exactly all in his head. Hearing that anyone might find his often nightmarishly dark art for the cards inspiring was just shocking.
"Here," he says, gesturing for the card again. "Just let me do something with that for a moment, okay?"
And he is producing a marker from his pocket. It's wrong to go out into the world without some art supplies. It's just wrong.
"That cocky jackass was making his best of a shit situation. Being dragged out here as punishment for being alive wasn't going to make for the nicest guy. Though I wasn't so good before that either."
The answer was escaping his father, and even a few years of therapy.