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The scenery changed somewhat every once in a while, though it was quite an even gradient. Will only noticed when he really paid attention. Maine was sort of beautiful in its own way, he thought. With its forests and rocky terrain, close to the coast, it was something Will had never seen before and he sort of longed to paint the scenery outside his window.
As beautiful as it was, the ride over was long and somewhat torturous. Mercifully his long bus ride soon came to an end and when he hopped off he desperately stretched his sore legs, slightly numb from sitting for so long. He didn’t even get off all that close to where Miles lives. After the bus ride he still had a few hours in the car.
Will was picked up by a simple black car at the bus station, the driver holding a sign with his name. It was all more than Will was used to, only made worse when they approached the gate to the estate – this large imposing thing, twisting and weaving in intricate shapes. Will was already impressed. Then it swung open on its own and the car began the surprisingly long drive up to the house itself.
When it finally came into view Will was stunned, he’d never seen a house like this before in his life. It was huge, truly a mansion, and the color of the facade was almost white. The house was beautiful and Will could already imagine all the hidden places and corners littered throughout. What secrets did it hold?
The car slowly comes to a stop and that’s when Will sees him – Miles is there out by the front waiting for him. He has his hands in his pockets and the look on his face is carefully anticipatory. A younger girl stands next to him, nearly bouncing in her shoes. That must be Flora, Will gathers.
The driver opens the door for Will and he steps out, immediately locking eyes with Miles. It’s like the world narrows down to just them in that moment, and Will sees the way a genuine smile stretches across Miles’ face at the sight of him. Their moment is interrupted when the smaller girl runs up to Will and throws herself at him. Will stands surprised for a second, then looks down at her, a small grin quirking the side of his mouth.
“Hi, you must be Miles’ sister Flora…” Will mentions, his hand coming to pat her head.
She grins up at him and responds, “Yep! And you’re Will! Miles told me everything about you!”
Her excitement rubs off on Will and he chuckles, “Oh? Well, he told me all about you too. It’s nice to finally meet you, Flora!”
The girl gasps with joy, already liking Will and his soft voice, “Wow! You really are pretty and nice! I’m so happy I get to meet you too!”
Miles watches the exchange from the side, the smile on his face is fond, seeing that he was right and they do seem to get along. But eventually his own need to be close to Will wins out and he approaches the pair. Flora lets go then and Miles is next to wrap Will up in a tight hug. He exhales deeply into his neck, feeling relieved to be with him again.
“William, I missed you.”
Will holds on to Miles as well, his grip catching in the back of his shirt, “I missed you too, Miles. It’s so good to see you again.”
Miles grins and thinks that words simply can’t express how happy he is to see the other boy. Instead he squeezes him tighter and kisses the side of his neck where his head rests. When they separate, Will notices that his things are already being taken inside by the driver. Miles then introduces him to their maid Mrs. Grose who is a bit stern and serious but not mean.
Once inside the house, Will is struck by the vastness of the place and all the beautiful little details. His artist's eyes are already taking in every feature, cataloguing what he wants to try sketching later. Miles observes him as he does so, greedy eyes watching Will’s every reaction.
“Miles, this is amazing!” Will turns to him with starry eyes and it makes him smile.
“Yeah? You like it?”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve never seen anything so nice, there’s nothing like this in Hawkins.”
“Come on, I’ll show you your room,” Miles takes his hand and they set off up the stairs to the second floor.
He leads him through hallway after hallway, showing him the little interesting things, paintings and trinkets, and Will tries to memorize his way around. Then they stop in a small hallway and Miles points out the three doors around them.
“That one’s Flora’s room. This door is mine and the one across is your room. Go on, take a look!” Miles encourages.
Will turns the doorknob and pushes open the door. He finds a very nice room with tall windows, a spacious bed with a canopy and a closet and a dresser for his things. His luggage has also been brought up already and sits by the foot of his bed.
“Do you like it? If not, we can always get you another room, they’re all mostly empty. I just wanted you to have this one because it’s the closest to mine,” Miles says a little nervously, worried that Will won’t be pleased.
But Will just looks at him with a kind smile and replies, “Miles, this is perfect! I like it a lot, especially because it’s close to you.”
It eases Miles’ nerves and he steps forward, wrapping Will in an embrace again. Now that they're in private, he also dares to pull Will into a searing kiss. Will chuckles in surprise but sinks into the action as well, having missed the way kissing Miles felt. Like an adrenaline fueled rush of lips and teeth.
Miles’ hands find Will’s hips and he allows his nails to dig into the flesh under Will’s shirt. He’s grounding himself in the sensation of Will and his lips. When Will daringly swipes his tongue across Miles’ lips, he is pleasantly surprised by the action but immediately opens up to let him in. They stay there for a while until Will finally pulls back and just looks at Miles.
“I missed that too,” he says and licks his lips.
“You shouldn’t do that, William, or I’ll never let you leave this room,” he threatens playfully.
Will laughs as he detangles himself from Miles, “God, don’t let my friends hear you say that or you’ll have a SWAT team sent after you.”
Miles rolls his eyes, knowing what Will is talking about. Will walks over to the windows and sees that he has quite a nice view of the grounds, of the setting sun. He smiles and feels the ever burning stare that he’d missed while away from Miles.
Will turns back to him, smiling, “Can I see your room?”
“Of course,” Miles replies with certainty, already motioning for Will to follow him.
They cross the hallway and Miles pushes open the door to his room, holding it for Will to enter. It’s actually way more minimal, even Will’s designated guest room is more ostentatious. Miles has light colored walls with a few posters and framed pictures hung up, a bed on the floor, an interesting chair and a coffee table. There are also drums and Will recognizes Miles’ blue guitar next to another one he hasn’t seen before, among an assortment of other instruments. The tiny desk propped in the corner holds a few tools for writing, paper and an open book, lying face down. Will notes the pictures and drawings posted above the desk and smiles.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Miles asks with a certain air of confidence, yet laced with hope that Will likes it.
“It’s really cool, Miles! I don’t know why I expected something bigger and crazier but this actually makes more sense,” Will contemplates as he looks at some of the records Miles has, “This room is very you, it fits you.”
It makes the corner of Miles’ mouth quirk in a satisfied way. He then mentions that they should get back downstairs, that Mrs. Grose must’ve finished making dinner. And so he leads Will down to the kitchen. They’re served a strange soup but Will chooses to not comment on its bland flavour.
After dinner Will feels drained from the day of travelling and so tells Miles that he thinks he’s gonna head to bed. He is followed upstairs by Miles who sits on Will’s bed as he watches him unpack and put away his clothes.
Miles sits there silently and nervously chews on his lip. He is worried about Will and his stay here, in the house. They haven’t had anyone staying here since Kate went crazy last autumn. And now that Miles has been back here for a month, all the ghosts have returned to his mind and planted all kinds of horrible things. He worries for Will’s safety in this house, knowing what goes on here sometimes. But he’s also terrified that if Will gets scared, he will leave. That he will leave Miles forever.
“Hey, uh, just- just as a warning, it’s best not to go out of your room during the night,” Miles warns him reluctantly.
Will is caught off guard by this information, “What? Why?”
“I don’t know if you believe in that sort of thing, but the house is a little haunted and well, I don’t want you getting hurt, ok?” Miles takes Will’s hand as he stands before him, concern lacing his features.
“Miles…I- ok, I’ll keep that in mind then,” Will nods at the warning, seeing how genuinely distraught it’s made Miles.
Miles' head snaps to look Will in the eyes again, surprised, “Wait! You believe me? You believe that the house is haunted?”
Will shrugs and sits next to Miles on the bed, “Well, yeah, I do. You wouldn’t believe the crazy things I’ve seen…”
As they exchange a look, Will contemplates telling Miles everything about what actually happened to him, about the Upside Down. At Miles’ imploring and open look, Will makes his decision. He braces himself with a deep sigh.
“Look, I wasn’t fully honest when I told you about what happened when I went missing…” Will begins.
“What? What do you mean?” Miles is taken aback by the admission, but intrigued nonetheless.
Will squeezes his hand, “When I told you I was being stalked by someone, it wasn’t a man, it wasn’t even human. It- it was this thing we call a Demogorgon. It’s this huge creature with claws and a toothy flower for a face. It attacked me that night and tried to take me into the Upside Down.”
Miles looks mildly lost, “Ok…What the hell is the Upside Down?”
“It’s like a dimension parallel to ours…It’s like Hawkins but dark and cold and full of these vines and monsters. That’s where I was trapped for a week. I was running from the Demogorgon the whole time, scared out of my mind,” Will explains and his voice hitches painfully at the memories flickering in his mind.
“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok,” Miles wraps an arm around him in comfort, unable to imagine such things but believing Will all the same.
“Then my mom and Hopper came into the Upside Down and saved me, I was apparently att-attached to this- this…thing and they had to pull it out of my mouth,” Will’s body rakes with a shiver, making Miles do the same, “Then in the following year I was having these flashbacks or something, it was like I was back there, in that dimension. I thought they were really just flashbacks but it later turned out I was having ‘now-memories’, like things I was doing but not really as myself if that makes sense. One day, during one of them I saw this giant shadowy monster in the sky. I’ve never felt so scared, so seen and watched. Then it got me.”
“Got you?” Miles asked nervously, “What do you mean got you?”
“I was possessed by it. It was using me to fulfill its plan and bring itself and the other dimension into our world. But it had a weakness against heat so they had to burn it out of me. That’s why Nancy stabbed me with the fire poker.”
“Jesus! You- you were fucking possessed?! Will, that’s- that’s insane!” Miles exclaims, shocked.
Will looks up at Miles, his voice small and tentative, “You don’t believe me?”
“No, I do! I really do! I just…That’s so much for a twelve year old to go through. I don’t get how you survived any of that and can still find it in you to be as lovely as you are!” Miles was exasperated, finding out that it was somehow even worse that he’d previously been led to believe.
Will ducked his head, smiling a little at the unintended compliment, “I don’t know, I guess I had a lot of support from my family and friends, people who truly cared about me and wanted me to keep living. So I live for them, I keep going for them, as a way of saying ‘thank you’, I guess…”
“That’s…William, come here!” Miles pulls him into a sweet kiss, wanting to express the feelings he couldn’t put into words.
When they pull away again, Miles asks the question, “Is that what was going on that week when you wouldn’t answer my calls?”
Will nods and then elaborates, “Yeah, the thing that possessed me, the Mind Flayer, it apparently survived and started possessing people from the town, using them like puppets to once again bring itself into this world. When we discovered it, we knew we had to fight it. I could always feel it, I still had a connection to the hivemind, to it. That’s what that dreadful feeling was. But then we were able to stop it and kill it.”
“Wow, I- I don’t know if I wish I had been there to help or if I’m glad I didn’t get to experience that.”
“Be glad, Miles,” Will encourages, knowing that if he could choose, he’d choose to never have known anything about this.
“God, William, you manage to amaze me more and more each time we meet. How do you do it?” Miles leans in close, whispering to Will as his mouth moves to kiss Will’s neck.
As Will lets Miles indulge, he grins and responds, “You know you don’t have to flatter me, Miles, I’ll let you kiss me anyway.”
The other hums into Will’s neck and continues his affections. When he feels satisfied, Miles pulls away and looks at Will once again.
“But seriously, even though you’ve been through worse than a possible ghost, please, don’t go out if you can help it. I really don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll stay here until morning,” Will promises, hoping to ease Miles’ worry.
“Good. Then see you tomorrow at breakfast, ok? Get some sleep, I have a whole day planned for us!” Miles says excitedly.
“I look forward to it, then. Goodnight, Miles…”
“Goodnight, William,” Miles leaves and Will locks the door behind him.
His sleep was exceptional that night but there had been a moment when he’d awoken during the night and thought he’d seen someone at the foot of his bed, watching him. For a moment it had looked like Miles but Will was confused because he remembers he’d locked the door. When he looks over to check if it’s still locked, the door is instead slightly ajar. His eyes flick back to ‘Miles’ only to find the foot of the bed empty. Then a strange sensation overtakes Will and he thinks it’s almost like he’s being held down but there’s nothing there.
He tries to call out to Miles but his voice is strangled. When he feels like he’s blacking out, Will suddenly jolts upwards in bed again. The feeling is gone and Will’s eyes go to the door, finding it closed and locked as it had been when he fell asleep. It must have been a nightmare brought on by Miles talking about the house being haunted. Will chalks it up to that and manages to sleep for a few more hours.
In the morning he meets Miles, Flora and Mrs. Grose downstairs for a late breakfast. It’s nothing much, just some eggs, toast and coffee or tea. Miles had asked him how he slept and Will didn’t mention the strange nightmare.
“So, yesterday you said you had plans for us?” Will prompts as they’re finishing up.
Miles lights up somewhat, “Yes! So I was thinking we could start the day by teaching you how to ride a horse! If you’re up for it, of course…”
“That sounds great!” Will beams, genuinely excited to learn, “Though I don’t really know what I’m supposed to wear, I didn't bring anything.”
“That’s ok, I’ll just lend you something of mine. C’mon, let’s go have a look!” Miles gets up from his seat and extends his hand out to Will.
“Can I come?” Flora asks brightly to which Miles looks at Will for confirmation.
Will extends his hand out to her, just as Miles had done for him, “Yeah! Of course!”
Once they’ve found some riding clothes that fit Will, they make their way to the stables. Miles shows him his own horse first, explaining how this horse only likes him and no one else can even ride him. Will admires the horses dark colouring before Miles leads them over to the other horses.
“You can ride this one, she’s much friendlier and very calm, so it should be good for a first timer,” Miles comments.
“Ok, I’d rather not fall off the first time,” Will laughs lamely with Flora.
“Don’t worry, Will! Miles is really good at teaching, you’ll be a pro in no time!” the girl exclaims as she follows them, still holding Will’s hand, Miles leading the horse outside.
She then takes a seat off to the side to watch them. Miles instructs him how to get on and Will succeeds with minimal struggle. Usually Miles would be standing to the side with a lead and a whip, just as Quint taught him. But with Will he wants to get close, as they did with the guitar lessons. So he hops up as well and sits with his chest to Will’s back. It flusters Will for a moment but he quickly gets a grip when he remembers this isn’t really anything new.
Miles shows him how to control the horse, how to make her move, how to stop her, how to turn and so on. Will is picking it up fairly quickly, he’d always loved animals and his gentle nature was great for bonding with all kinds of creatures. When they manage a good trot in a circle, Flora cheers from the side, congratulating Will on the progress. Miles also whispers praise in his ear and it makes Will unfairly flustered, the words striking something in him like flint.
After a while of practicing Miles suggests they go back inside, Flora requesting Will draw with her. He agrees and once he’s changed back into his own clothes, he joins Flora in her room where she already has canvases and paints laid out.
“Will, can you draw me as a princess, please?” she requests with her big, dark puppy eyes and Will gets to work.
He takes each suggestion and incorporates it, “Like this? Or do you think it should be more like a flower?”
“Like a flower! And make it yellow and pink and pretty!” the girl exclaims with a laugh.
Will does his best, “Ok, and what about her crown? How big do you think it is?”
“Soooo big! And shiny too!”
After a bit more Will presents her with the finished work, “Ta-dah! What do you think, Flora?”
“Woah! Will, she’s so pretty! Is that really me?!”
“Yes, she’s pretty just like you,” he says with a smile.
Flora tackles him into a hug and Will returns the gesture softly, “I hope Miles marries you so that we can draw together every day!”
The declaration strikes Will and he’s blushing like crazy at the implication. Even after several minutes when Miles came to collect Will, he still hadn’t been able to settle the redness. Miles had raised an interested eyebrow at this but Flora just laughed and Will flustered further.
Now Will and Miles sat alone in his room. He’d wanted to see what Will remembered from his guitar lessons with Miles. So he had sat Will down and demanded he play something for him. And Will managed to not completely butcher the first song they learned together, playing it with only a few mistakes and minimal stuttering. It makes Miles happy to hear.
“Did you like riding horses?” Miles asks later as they’re laying down on his bed that is just a mattress.
Will looks at him, their fingers intertwined by their heads, “Yeah, it was really fun. Do you think next time we could actually ride somewhere?”
“Of course, I’ll show you some of the grounds…” he inches forward and softly kisses Will just because he can, because he’s finally here.
Will melts into the gesture, his other hand coming up to caress Miles’ cheek. They’re interrupted when the cassette they were playing stops. Miles groans, wanting to keep kissing Will, not to get up and change the tape. But then Will pulls away with a small gasp.
“Oh! I completely forgot to mention yesterday! Something else happened this summer,” Will hints and Miles' face shows his confusion about what this has to do with Will and Miles’ lips interlocking, “Remember when I told you I was finally able to help save my friends? Well watch this…”
Will’s hand left Miles’ cheek and stretched out towards the cassette player, encouraging Miles to follow with his eyes. Then he saw it, the tape deck popped open and the tape came out from it, hovering in the air.
“Holy shit…” Miles mutters breathlessly.
“What should we listen to next?” Will asked with a wink.
“Uhh…you like The Cure, right? I got their album ‘Three Imaginary Boys’ for you,” Miles replied, still completely mesmerised and awestruck.
“Ok,” Will replied and then Miles saw the said tape float towards the player.
It came out of its case with a flick of Will’s wrist and inserted itself into the tape deck. Then the play button was pressed and the music began softly. Miles was absolutely speechless when Will pulled his hand back to himself. A thrum of strange excitement surged through him when Will brought the same hand that had just pretty much performed magic to rest on Miles’ cheek.
“How? How did you just do that, William?” Miles was breathless, “Have you always been able to do that?”
Will looked suddenly shy, which Miles thought was a little ridiculous, “I- I don’t know…maybe? I didn’t know I could before that fight at the mall.”
Miles’ hand comes to rest on top of the one Will has on his cheek, prompting him to go on.
“There was just this moment, I guess, where everything seemed so dire, you know. Everyone was hurt and helpless, even Jane, who by the way had powers before me, she was born with them but that’s a story for another time,” Will shakes his head to not get sidetracked.
“There was this pull, like an exposed livewire in me towards the Mind Flayer. I felt it, the connection and I saw everyone through its eyes. It was like an epiphany. I thought about everyone I loved who loved me. My mom and my brother. I thought about the party, my friends. Then of Mike, my first friend, my best friend…
“And then I thought about you,” Miles’ breath caught in his throat, eyes widening, “About what you meant to me, how you understood me, saw me and opened me up. I thought about how you made me feel…all the affection you showed me, how much you always cared…And then it felt like flying, like finally I felt free and so light, like I could do anything.
“I reached into the Mind Flayer and took control. I was able to use every ounce of love and care shown to me to save them, to give something back to them. I hope I was able to kill the Mind Flayer for good, I hope it’s gone forever.”
After Will’s speech Miles just gapes at him, his dark eyes wide and awed beyond belief. He was utterly gobsmacked, because Will truly only seemed to get more and more amazing. Miles is vaguely unsure as to how the hell he, this horrid creature of shadows and madness, was able to find and befriend someone like Will. Because Will was this bright and intangible thread of pure light, a blinding holy beam. Miles reverently brushed Will’s face. The look in Miles’ eyes is one Will has never seen before and the intensity of it is making him blush.
“William, how in the world do you manage to be so extraordinarily breathtaking?” Miles gushes, “This…this is absolutely amazing! You’re so cool! God, I just want to kiss you!”
“Why don’t you then?” Will teases and it does the trick because Miles is hovering over him and kissing all sense out of Will.
His mouth sweeps Will up in a wave of pure admiration and reverence. When Miles stares down at him, he thinks Will is literally glowing. He’s like a celestial being, an angel, sent down to Earth, right into the undeserving arms of Miles Fairchild. A more temperate man would have stayed away, but Miles was greedy and indulgent. If Will wanted him, he’d never deny either of them the pleasure.
Will just glows, mesmerizing, a new power in his veins. The affection and love for Miles his eyes hold as they look up at him, makes him wonder what noble, charitable thing he’d done in a past life to deserve this. Instead of sitting there contemplating it, Miles elects to enjoy it and leans down into Will’s waiting embrace once again. Their lips collide, Will’s arms wrapped around Miles’ neck as he hovers over him on the mattress. He thinks Miles is trying to devour him, to swallow him like a shooting star. Will is not sure he minds all that much.
In the following days they spend all their time together. On the days they’re tired they simply lounge around and read books, exchanging comments and discussions. Sometimes Will sits and draws Miles or some minute aspect of the house he’d found interesting that time. Miles keeps teaching him guitar and when Will’s gotten the hang of a melody, Miles will go to his drums and play along, creating an almost complete song.
And Will also keeps practicing his powers and showing off to Miles. Like one time when they were riding through the hedge maze. Flora had encouraged them to race and it had been a lot of fun, Miles and Flora were in the lead. But then they ran into a dead end suddenly. Miles still managed to stop because of his experience riding horses, but Will, however, didn’t have enough time to heed Miles’ warning.
Miles was already freaking out, worried that Will would get hurt from the fall and this wonderful dream would be all over. But then Will came galloping quickly and suddenly he flew. Both Will and the horse sailed right over the hedge, landing perfectly on the other side. Miles realized in that moment that Will had used his powers to achieve that. He was impressed but when he regrouped with Will he playfully called him a showoff and then smashed their lips together in a kiss that made their teeth knock. Flora giggled from her seat behind Miles.
The one thing they always do no matter what is kiss. Miles always excuses it with what he’d told Will before he came here. That he had a whole month's worth of kisses saved up and he’d warned Will that he would smother him. Not that Will is ever complaining as they keep finding new things they like.
Sometimes when their afternoons together in Miles’ room grow long like shadows on the wall, they find their hands wandering. Using the opportunity to explore, to touch and caress. Slowly, this is how they find what they like, what feels good. Miles loves it above all else, seeing what delectably sinful sounds he can draw out of Will.
The whimpers when Miles’ hand touches him a certain way. The whines when Miles teases him. The moans when Miles’ hand twists just right. Or the keening when he’s toppling over the edge. It satisfies Miles so much every time, to know he did that to Will, for Will.
A deep down, silent part of Miles hopes that if he keeps pleasing Will, showing him what pleasure Miles can bring, that it will convince him to stay. Because, look! Look, Miles can be useful! He can bring Will to such divine pleasure like no one else. It’s a silent plea, begging Will to never leave him, to stay tethered to Miles.
Because Will is insanely amazing and he’s so scared. Miles is absolutely terrified at the mere concept that Will could just one day decide that he’s actually not enough, that he’d just up and leave him. And Miles knows he’d never come back from that, he’d never recover. If Will went away, he’d take Miles’ heart with him permanently.
So the one way he thinks he can keep Will from leaving is by kissing him, pleasuring him, showing him what he can do for Will, at any expense. Because Will isn’t materialistic, Miles can’t offer him any riches or things, because Will doesn’t want them. Will is not interested in trinkets, money or titles (which, on a side note, Miles thinks ‘William Fairchild’ has a fantastic ring to it). But Miles would hand it all over if Will asked, he’d hand over just about anything, he thinks.
Besides that, he has nothing else to offer other than himself. Just his heart and his body, for Will to do as he pleases with. And he would let him, because he loves Will, he’s come to realize. Not that he would ever dare to assume that Will loves him too. If he even wants the heart Miles is so desperately serving up on his family’s finest silver.
He can’t even protect Will. Not in any way that matters because Will is so much stronger than him and so capable on his own. Will has survived literal hell and possession and now he has powers on top of that. If anything were to ever threaten him, Will could handle it like it was nothing.
So, yeah, when Miles dwells on it, the only thing he truly has to offer Will, the thing that he might want, is his body. Miles is there for Will to use if he wants to. And he wants Will to use him, wants him to need him in such a way, only him. Wants to be the only one getting Will’s affections, hearing the sounds that tear out of him. He provides the pleasure in excess, giving and giving, and giving it all to Will. A desperate plea for love disguised as sexual favours.
And Will has noticed, in the past days since they began to move past just making out, how much Miles strives to give. At first he’d thought it was just an eagerness for something new they’d both uncovered. That it just felt so good that Miles simply couldn’t get enough. They were two fifteen-year-olds, it was normal, they had urges.
But then Will began to notice how desperate Miles was, not in chasing his own pleasure but in giving it to Will. He’s caught on that there seems to be something deeper there for Miles. Especially, when after one time he’d clung to Will and seemed to be silently weeping, like begging Will for something. It had worried Will so much and he’d held Miles back just as tightly.
He knows something is scaring him, driving this insane hunger. Will isn’t sure how to breach the topic, truly, where to even begin talking about things like this. What they’ve been doing has been both of their’s first foray into this adult world. He literally doesn’t have the tools for such a conversation.
In the end Will decides to wait for the right moment to talk about it. It’s the best he has for now. He simply holds on to Miles, hoping that his presence will bring him comfort for whatever the issue is until they both find a way to talk about it and deal with it.