Eleven

"You got it," he says. Hopper knows they'll fight. It's part of all this shit, being a dad, being a teenage girl, they can only be who they are and he's okay with that, because right now, he would relish every single argument, every single slammed door, and every single boy he doesn't trust with her or Beverly.

He's trying to be better, but hell, even the fights are better than having nothing at all.

"Gonna have to start looking for a house," he says as he pulls out into traffic. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch for awhile, but you need your own room."