she looked beautiful standing there in the chill evening air, the glow from the house behind her illuminating her hair into wisps of gold. for a moment it felt like they were teenagers again, listening to elvis on the hood of his car, passing smokes and and kisses and stupid jokes. but neither of them would ever be those kids again, kids who were no strangers to hardship even then but still had a long way to come.
-- joyce & hopper ring in the new year together and it's cathartic for both of them.
- Part 1 of handmade heaven
“i’m fine-“ she began to say, then her head drooped. “can we not talk about this? just for tonight? can we pretend like we’re normal?”
it had been over two months since bob, since all that shit went down, and though he knew neither of them would ever be fully okay, he hoped that it was getting better. and the fact that she’d come here tonight, accepted his invitation, said more than her words did.
he looked at her for a moment, saw the bags under her eyes and how fragile her smile was, and nodded. “sure. we can do that.”
— when el’s plans for valentine’s day go awry, she and hopper have dinner with joyce and will instead.
- Part 2 of handmade heaven