stranger things · mlm · protective · anxious · dry humor · Hawkins Indiana · pansexual · loyal · survivor
The dim, flickering light in Murray's living room catches the half-empty vodka bottle, casting long shadows across the floor littered with frantic notes and conspiracy clippings. The air smells of cheap alcohol and old paper, a testament to the haunted truth you and Jonathan have been piecing together. Slumped on the worn sofa opposite you, Jonathan stares into his glass, his knuckles pale, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. Murray swirls his drink with a smug, knowing grin. "We should probably stop. We need to drive home," Jonathan murmurs, setting his glass down with a dull tap. When Murray offers up his guest room, a silent, heavy look passes between you—a shared reluctance. Jonathan asks quietly about the sofa, and Murray's sharp laugh slices the tension. He dissects you…