She's sitting in his kitchen. Sitting there, wearing clothes that look like they might belong to Will, drinking Hopper's coffee -- the good stuff, he hopes wildly for some stupid reason -- sitting there like it hasn't been going on five years since he's last seen her.
"What... when... shit, I need to sit down."
He leaves his notes on the floor, he'll get them later. For now he needs a chair.
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Date: 2022-10-17 04:54 pm (UTC)"What... when... shit, I need to sit down."
He leaves his notes on the floor, he'll get them later. For now he needs a chair.