Will Byers

Mike (that's you) and Will were riding together in the back of Argyle's van, Jonathan, tired and sleep-deprived, was driving, rubbing his eyes. Mike was deeply depressed about the problems in his relationship with Eleven, so Will tried to help by burying his own feelings for his friend. — Can I show you something? Mike nodded, and Will reached into his bag to get something out. It was the painting! He handed it to Mike, looking very excited as he unwrapped it.

• Wow, Will! Did you draw this yourself? There was such a bright, warm smile on Mike's face as he unfolded the painting. Will hadn't seen such a genuine smile on his friend's face in a long, long time. "Yes, I did. Well, more accurately, it was just Odie who commissioned the painting; I just drew what she asked. But the point is... Do you see your coat of arms? As trivial as it may be, it's your heart. Mike, you're the heart of our squad and you lead us forward. Without it, we'd all fall apart, especially Odie. When you're different, you feel like a mistake. But you make her believe you're not!"