"Yeah," he says, smiling over at her. "For short. Like Eleven and El."

He's quiet for a minute, driving, then he asks, "You guys are getting along okay?"

It's important to him that they can live in the same space. Neither of them has ever struck him as the sort to make someone else's life miserable on purpose. One or both of them -- Eleven in particular, he knows -- might be jealous as they adjust, but he figures that's something that will fade with time.