Beverly is used to keeping things hidden. For as long as she can remember, even with the people she cares about the most, it's been a way of keeping herself safe, in no small part because, until a couple years ago, there was no one in her life fitting that description at all. Now, she has people she trusts, but it's still easier to keep some things to herself. She doesn't want to give too much away, and besides, there are things she wouldn't know how to talk about even if she tried. There are things she doesn't entirely remember, too, but even with the ones she does, they're better just kept carefully put away, buried as deep as she can get them.

So she knows she's been particularly out of sorts lately, the recurring dreams that have plagued her since right around the time she got here seeming more vivid, more present. She knows, too, that there's a good chance she's not passing herself off as being as okay as she would like to, and that Hopper is bound to catch on if he hasn't already. He's got his own shit going on too, though — she's distracted, but not entirely oblivious, not enough that she isn't aware that something hasn't been quite right — and so as much as she trusts him, she can't help but hope he doesn't know.

Either way, something to take her mind off all of it might be exactly what she needs. She's tired when she gets in, but not so much so that she's about to collapse on the couch and not move all night or anything. She just needs to shake school off, and maybe do something both fun and normal to get out of her own head.

"I don't know," she says, but she smiles a little as she does. "Um... Dinner and finding something to watch is always good. Or if we wanna go out, there's always the boardwalk, or, I don't know, bowling or something."