She looks like she might have been crying, or might be about to cry, and it tugs at Steve's heartstrings a bit. Eleven has been through so much in her short life, and now there's this. And apparently Steve officially has a bleeding heart for all of these damn kids.

"You're welcome." He sits down next to her on the bench, taking note of how she's looking at her phone, and he pulls his own out of his pocket. "These things are crazy, huh? Took me forever to get the hang of mine."

It's not a lie, not really. Sometimes he still finds himself amazed at what these cell phones can do. Eleven probably feels enough out of her depth already, and she doesn't have to add being frustrated by a tiny super computer to the mix. "Do you want my number? If you ever need anything and Hopper is at work or something, you could call me."