((I am sorry this took so long!))
Will's imagination seems to be yawning with paths for miles like the tunnels beneath Hawkins these days. His head is fuzzy with picked-out threads of some fantastical tapestry. Once his mind was confined to games in Mike's basement and drawings taped to walls; everything is possible now. He cannot yet imagine what this particular man has seen. Something grim considering his prior anxiety. No doubt with elements that would be boggling to a boy from 1985 Indiana.
His prominent eyes are luminous at the enticing question. He does not intend to be nosy or bring up troubling memories but cannot seem to help the enthusiasm. Will was always one of the most eager passengers on Mr. Clarke's 'curiosity voyage'. "Well... I don't know. Something more than the boring place I come from. It can't be anything like Hawkins if it is so far away. Is there magic? Dragons? Intelligent robots? Spaceships?" He does not ask the question that most intrigues him. What are you running from?