Eleven

"I dunno, kid, I'm not a millionaire," Hopper jokes. "Big enough, yeah, so you, me, and Bev can each have our own space. I know I was kinda shit at offering that before, but it's important."

He's been trying here. Trying to be better for Beverly and trying to be better in case Eleven ever arrived here, too. Now that she's here, sitting right beside him in his car, he can only hope it actually makes a difference. That it's noticeable.

"Maybe a rec room or something where you guys can have your friends over."