"Yes, I got the sense your dad is about as good as Eleven's was when it comes to that shit," Hopper answers in a dry voice. "I know you're not helpless, kid, but everyone can take care of themselves until the day they can't. That's the thing that gets people worried.'

He sighs then and rubs a hand over his face, scraping his palm against stubble.

"Alright, enough giving you shit," he decides. "I know I didn't see her, I can't see her. Just... tell me what happened. From the beginning."