The concern, or whatever amalgamation of practicality and caution it is, brings another light flush to Will's cheeks. Back in Hawkins occasionally a townsperson of decent moral caliber expressed such sentiments to him yet it warmed him anew every time. Relationships with people outside his circle are deeply complicated. He hangs on even the vaguest kindness with great tenacity, cataloguing them in his mind's scrapbook. Any departure from being either the queer or the freak seems like generosity.
Will hums softly and scrunches his nose for a moment as if considering the question. Though he knows already his answer he likes to take his time. "You aren't from here originally and wherever that is it's really different. Most of the adults from elsewhere that I've met take classes because they need to know how things work. If that's why, you don't look like you're from the past--- or talk like it." Narrow shoulders ripple in a shrug. "And I'm hoping because I'm a nerd." A small smile flirts with his mouth at the confession.