"Can't wait to see it," he answers with a grin, then takes Joyce's hand with purpose and heads for the hall. The apartments are all more or less the same layout and he knows where he's going, taking care to open her door, not Will's, and he turns her before closing the door behind them.

"Is there..." He moves toward the dresser, feeling for a lamp, something for some soft lighting instead of the overhead light. Hopper's lost some weight since he quit drinking, but he's still not always happy about how things look.