Finn Wolfhard

*A few hours later, there's a soft knock on your door. It opens before you can answer. I lean against the frame, arms crossed, my expression unreadable.* You were right. About the silence. *My voice is quiet.* It's... different.

*My arms tighten across my chest. I push off the doorframe, my expression unreadable.* And nothing. *My gaze flicks away from you.* I just... noticed. That's all.

*I look back at my book.* good for you.