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fatrambo (fatrambo) wrote in spinningcompass,

Jim and Open
Hopper hadn't expected to enjoy himself. He'd come because the Steve kid had somehow convinced him, and because it forced him to take a shower and change out of his sweatpants, but what he hadn't expected was the reason he was having such a bad time.

He was sat on the outskirts of the fire, beer in one hand, watching. The camp-out was in full swing. Kids were playing some sort of flashlight game off to the open space on one side, others were gathered around a table playing a card game that was louder than any card game he remembered, and others were around the fire making s'mores and roasting (read: setting on fire) anything that they could get to stay on a stick. Parents and guardians and babysitters were interspersed throughout, watching but not keeping too much control.

El would have loved it.

And he would have loved to see her there, even if she probably would have come with Mike. He didn't know what had happened back in Hawkins. If closing the portal had worked, if anything had changed. If El was safe. And even if she were, who was watching her now. He would have hoped it was Joyce but he could never know, if the state tried to step in they may have taken her...

He tipped the rest of his beer back to try and clear his thoughts (it didn't work) and reached for the bag of some sort of crunchy cheesy something he had between his legs. He was already itching to leave.