you can just talk (and i'll stare at your mouth)

Mike’s hand, which is still brushing Will’s, shifts just slightly, and his pinky finger hooks loosely around Will’s own. Which is a lame, cliche move to get worked up over, probably, except that Will also might be forgetting how to breathe over it. “What if we split up?” he hears himself say, his voice coming out impressively even considering the fact that his heart is making a very valiant effort to beat right through his chest and leap into Mike’s palm, “In pairs, maybe? Mike and I can take the garage.”“Oh, I’m sure,” Lucas mutters. Will chances a glance at Mike, whose cheeks have turned a dusty shade of pink, and who is gnawing harshly on his lower lip in what appears to be an attempt to press down a smile.Dustin plans a murder mystery party. It goes about as well as you'd expect.