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[keeptheselights]

It might have been disorientating for someone else but, honestly, the last while in Hawkins has been one mad thing after another and Joyce has learned to roll with the punches. It doesn't make her any less dizzy, in the end, but it does make everything easier to take. After they pick up her packet and go to take a look at her apartment, she finds herself in a kitchen that Will says belongs to Hopper. If that's true, it's a definite step up from that cabin in the woods. Looking around, she feels this weird rush of pride at the home he's built here.

Joyce waits, wearing clothes borrowed from Will while her own are washing. She'll need to go shopping but, for now, she cradles a cup of coffee in her hands and she watches the door.

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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.