It’s been a long damn day. A court day. Hopper hates court days, because he has to wear a damn tie and he has to go sit and wait until it’s his time on the stand to give his statement. And all the while, given that he’s homicide now, he watches a family grieve, put through this process just to get some kind of peace they hope will come.
It usually doesn’t.
So he’s tired and he’s grumpy and he would really love a drink right about now, but instead of pulling into a bar, he goes home to Will, to his girls. To the family that relies on him these days, the one he’s determined not to let down.
He lets himself into the townhouse and goes straight to the kitchen for beer replacement: ginger ale. But Joyce Byers is sitting at his kitchen table and instead of getting a can from the fridge, Hopper drops all his shit on the floor.
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Date: 2022-10-16 06:25 pm (UTC)It usually doesn’t.
So he’s tired and he’s grumpy and he would really love a drink right about now, but instead of pulling into a bar, he goes home to Will, to his girls. To the family that relies on him these days, the one he’s determined not to let down.
He lets himself into the townhouse and goes straight to the kitchen for beer replacement: ginger ale. But Joyce Byers is sitting at his kitchen table and instead of getting a can from the fridge, Hopper drops all his shit on the floor.