[It reminds her of Hopper, honestly. The ruffling of her hair, the affectionate nudging of her head.
And that... that hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt. She misses him - but she's glad he's not hear. Glad that maybe, somewhere, he's still alive and safe, mourning the second daughter lost but maybe, hopefully, having a chance to heal, too. Eleven wants that for him.
Stone, for now, will find her smiling and nodding, talking more than she does usually as she recounts to him waffles, what makes them good, and how best to stack them with whipped cream and other topping.
It's a rare thing, here in the dark, to forget everything else, and he's perhaps one of the first people in Beacon who gets to see underneath the hurt and seriousness the child that she's barely gotten to be in life.]
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And that... that hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt. She misses him - but she's glad he's not hear. Glad that maybe, somewhere, he's still alive and safe, mourning the second daughter lost but maybe, hopefully, having a chance to heal, too. Eleven wants that for him.
Stone, for now, will find her smiling and nodding, talking more than she does usually as she recounts to him waffles, what makes them good, and how best to stack them with whipped cream and other topping.
It's a rare thing, here in the dark, to forget everything else, and he's perhaps one of the first people in Beacon who gets to see underneath the hurt and seriousness the child that she's barely gotten to be in life.]