Stan laces their fingers together as he follows Will through the building, wary of the dark corners, the shafts of ashy light hitting sooty walls and floors. "This place is filthy," he says quietly, because he can't not say it.

It's not like Will doesn't know how much that bothers him. Maybe it's a good sign, now that he's found Will, he can add a normal fear back to his list of in the moment fears, like getting torn apart by a monster.

"I was really worried," he adds in a murmur. "That you were gone."