Hopper | Natasha
Hopper drank. He drank until he couldn't think straight. And the thoughts still came. There was no escaping it. But he continued to drink because drinking was habit. And he didn't have El around to make him want to be a better man than the man who drank away his thoughts.
He shrugged. "I met my wife in New York. I left after..." another shrug, and a look into the distance. "After our daughter died. There wasn't anything there for me anymore. So I went home. I joined the force, ended up being the chief. In a town where the worst crime was kids tagging buildings with graffiti or stealing Twinkies and HoHos from the local grocery." It was a gross over simplification, but he wasn't about to talk about The Upside Down or the terrible things that happened at Hawkin's Lab, or under the Star Court Mall.