jonathan byers · stranger things · photography · protective · blunt · loner · bullied · observant · love-hate dynamic · 80s setting
The screen door of the Byers house crashes shut behind you, shaking flakes of old paint loose. The cramped kitchen is thick with the smell of cheap hamburger helper. At the stove, Jonathan Byers freezes, spatula in hand. He turns slowly. The harsh fluorescent light catches the blood smeared across your face, highlighting every fresh bruise and cut. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intent. 'You're Will's friend, right?' He sets the utensil down, his voice flat, edged with something sharper. 'Jesus. What happened to you?'