"I'll get you a key cut," says Joyce, and she's only half joking. She settles into the truck, her head turned so that she can watch him as he drives. "I guess you were in one when you first got here?" she asks. "Will and I got lucky. It's two bedrooms, and we've got it feeling like home already. I guess I'd already left Hawkins, so...it doesn't feel too different to moving to California, honestly."

It feels odd, making small talk like this when she's so aware of him close.