He doesn't sit, even though he's said he needs to, because Joyce is standing and reaching for him and Hopper hasn't seen her in five years.

The memories having come a few weeks back had been like a breath of fresh air, but it isn't the same as this. It isn't the same as seeing her in front of him and hearing her voice and then wrapping his arms around her and holding her against his chest.

"Holy shit," he whispers.