Hopper feels something rise up in him he hasn’t known for years, a giddy sort of anticipation he thought was gone. Left behind in the backseat of a car on a dark road.

It shouldn’t surprise him much that Joyce is the one bringing it back.

“I’ve got a condom,” he says, laughing, then he sits up. His free hand slides along her jaw, into her hair, and he pulls them together again, his lips parted in a deep kiss.