thoughts about these teeth images below
A: you can see how UL4 is a little bit palatal here, also the tiny space between UL3 UL4
B: this is one of the only clear photos i found of his right side for some reason. UR2 looks almost level with UR1 but i think its just the camera angle. his flat canine is interesting, it makes it hard to tell what angle its at and also makes me curious about his occlusion (notice his lower teeth are not visible in any of these pictures). the color of UR4 makes me wonder if theres an amalgam filling in it but thats not my area of expertise. hes smiling at a naked statue btw
C: i cant believe this picture exists and i lost my mind when i found it. his arch shape is tapered, narrow in the front and wider in the back. despite how many teeth appear to be in this image you can only barely see his molars (in part due to the low contrast)
D: here you can again see his arch is fairly narrow in the anterior. U3-3 is well aligned regardless. canines distally rotated because of the arch shape. looks like palatal torque on U4s, more on UR4 than UL4
E: this picture is what inspired me to pursue this entire creepy activity because it totally looks like you can see molars but you cant actually distinguish anything because of the shadow. if you turn up the contrast its just noise. anyway you can see the UL3 UL4 gap
F: UR2 & its relationship with UR1 is clearly visible
G: hehe :3
H: you can see the vertical leveling, UR2 higher than surrounding teeth (though its slightly exaggerated by the angle, compare image B where its diminished by the angle). his premolars are so pointy. on his U1s it could just be how they are and always have been but i think you can see a little bit of wear on the mesioincisal from the infamous lip piercing. its hard to tell but i think his midline is centered if not slightly to his left, which because he has (just a little) crowding on the right and (just a little) spacing on the left makes me curious where his molars are
I: i like his very functional use of the UR2 here. you can see the lip piercing wear like image H
J: based on images C and D we can tell that the visible part of UL5 here is the palatal cusp. you can see the buccal torque on UR2. i feel like this image should help me understand the tip/torque of UR3 (see also image B) but the camera angle is so odd that i actually still have no idea whats going on
K: UR2 buccal torque is very clear as well as the UL3 UL4 gap (i would guess maybe 0.2 or 0.3 mm). his U2s are the same size if not wider than his U3s which is not very common (see also image B). you can maybe see the wear from the lip piercing again
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They've fought before, all friends do. Will can remember their first spat, it was over a campaign, Mike made it too hard, the party kept getting injured, it was stupid, really. It was resolved pretty quick, like most childish fights.
Their next big fight hurt, it had a lot more built up anger behind it, it being just the two of them certainly didn't help, but that was also resolved, Mike and Lucas had biked out to apologise, and after Will had calmed down he could understand why the other boy was so mad.
Their fight at Rink-O-Mania was very similar, there was just a lot of bottled up emotions that exploded.
However, this fight felt different. Both boys were stressed- for good reason- and tired, and on top of it all Will had blatantly lied to Mike's face, something he had never done before, hid things, sure. Never outright lied. Will knew what he was doing when he lied about the painting, deep down he knew it would be a Trainwreck when Mike found out El did not commission the painting, but he was not expecting the reaction he got 'What is wrong with you?!' Will sucks in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, shooting into a sitting position on El's bed. He bites the inside of his cheek as his knees draw up to his chin. He should be sleeping.
A knock from the door yanks him from his spiral, he shifts to face the opening door. El gives Will a soft look, the latter responds with a strained smile.
"Can I sit?" She gestures to the bed, Will nods.
"You don't have to ask. It is your room after all." El just shrugs, flopping down next to Will.
"Ours." A comfortable silence settled between them, El gazing blankly at the ceiling. Will feels his dark thoughts come crawling to the forefront of his mind, festering, growing, spreading, he is unsure which ones are really even his, "Why would I commission a painting without me in it?" El doesn't pull her eyes from the ceiling, Will cringes.
"I- I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be. I'm not mad, just curious." El immediately cuts in, rolling to her side to look at Will, propping herself up on her elbow.
"Mike was scared you were going to end things. and I thought that what I told him was how you felt, I guess I was wrong." El smiles.
"I was going to end things, at surfer boy's, but after- Everything. I felt like I needed him, I didn't wanna risk our whole relationship until things felt more..." El trails off.
"Stable. I get it." Will finishes, El nods.
"I would never want to lose my friendship with Mike, he was there for me, I do love him. Just not like- that." Will nods.
"How did you find out about the painting?" Will asks, looking away, El hums.
"It was only a matter of time, but Mike made a joke about it. I forget what it was but I remember saying that I have never seen that painting before. Then he asked me questions about how I felt about him while in California. I was very confused but I answered honestly. No point in lying. Then he said he had to go." Will glues his eyes to the floor, remembering exactly where he had gone.
"We argued." Will starts, still not looking at his sister, "bad. Worse than any of our other fights, and that's saying something- I don't know. I don't want to hurt him, but I also don't want to be hurt by him. I just-" he clears his throat, blinking rapidly, "I don't want our friendship to end, it can't. But it's like, I can't- I can't fix it." Will feels himself cracking, he knows he should shut his mouth but it is almost cathartic to say it aloud and El wasn't making any attempts to stop him, "I don't- It's just. We have been friends for ten years. Ten. So why can we not just work through this like we did with everything else?" He takes a shaky breath, suddenly finding himself lost for words despite the avalanche of thoughts rushing through his mind "Why?" He swallows, ripping his eyes from the floor to gage his sister's opinion. El sits up quietly.
"I know Mike wouldn't want your friendship to end either." She speaks, tilting her head so they can be eye to eye. Will purses his lips, he knows that, "I think you should speak to him. By now he is probably moping about his basement, whining about how much of an idiot he is." El giggles, quickly stopping when she catches the look in Wills face.
"Yeah. I will. First thing tomorrow."
"After breakfast?"
"No. First thing."
"Well you better sleep then. If you want to get up early enough to leave before mum starts shoving a plate of food in your face." El's joke lands well this time.
"I should. Do you want to sleep in here?"
"Nah, I'm all good on the couch. Stop trying to get me to sleep in here."
"I'm just offering." Will shrugs.
"Yeah, but you promised you'd sleep in a real bed tonight, no couches, no floors. And no tables."
"That was one time."
"One time too many." Will laughs as El shuts the door, turning off the light on her way out. The former laying down and throwing a blanket over himself.
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Will thinks he might explode
It feels as though has been lying here for hours. He got lost in his thoughts, but he was always led down the worst possible paths, so he would think of a random thing he liked, a therapist recommended something like that to him after he came back from the upside down, although it didn't really help against the supernatural, so he never used it, he figured this time it might help. After a while of failing at that strategy he started making noise to quell the raging thoughts, but that stopped working around three hours ago. He tried laying dead still, but he started to feel phantom vines encircling his lungs, so that was a no go. No matter what he thought of, one singular person always managed to come up, Mike. Will swallows, sitting up and throwing the blanket off his legs. '1:58 ' Will sighs, walking out of the room. He grabs his jacket off the side of the couch, giving it a quick smell test before giving a half hearted shrug and putting it on. He grabs his shoes from the side of the door and sits on the top step of the cabin to throw them on, before begining his journey to the Wheelers.
The forest feels different at night, his brain is screaming that he needs to turn around. He can't, 'You can't really be that much of an idiot! ' he needs to apologise. He vaguely thinks he should have taken Argyles van, considering Argyle was willing to drive his friend, his friends little brother and a random stranger across the country Will assumes he wouldn't have much issue driving to the Wheelers. Then again, he would also have to wake up Jonathan who get very suspicious, but that would have been an inevitability, considering the side eye he has been giving Will since the fight. He was so deep in his thoughts he almost missed the figure standing further down the path.
"Mike?"
(Edit: This is part 1. I will put any parts I add in the Edit tag)
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