Eleven

"No," he says, then smiles a little and shakes his head. He curls his fingers over Eleven's wrist, covering the blue hair band with his hand, then squeezes gently. "Nah, kid, that's yours."

He still can't really believe she's here and for a moment Hopper only stares at her, then grins.

"Shit," he says. "Gonna have to make room for you at the apartment."