Hopper + Matt
Hopper spun Matt around again, only this time he held onto him more firmly, more assuredly so Matt didn’t stumble. “I think you can throw a bowling ball. But nah, we can do something more inclusive.” He’d literally never seen Matt stumble before, even drinking. The more they danced, the more Hopper could tell something was up with him.
He was just acting weird. Different. Like he was hesitant or something. “Beer and a barbecue though is always nice, and I got that firepit all done up at my place now.” Hop let go of Matt’s hands when he was sure he was all steady enough again, and went back to his dad-dancing shuffle.