you went into your old room in the cabin you shared with your dad, your eyes noticing the old coco cola glass you and max used a year ago to spy on people with your powers.

you spun it as tears filled your eyes thinking of max in that coma. your best friend in a coma. it hurt. you let out a shaky breath. but that’s when you heard the front door open.

everyone else but her was outside? you stood up as loud footsteps came to the door worry filling you as the door opened.

it was hopper.

your dad that ‘died.’

he adopted you when you left the lab that gave you telekinetic and more powers. they ruined your childhood, so him adopting you made your life better.

”hey kid.”

he said casually, as you let out an emotional gasp, then a confused and weak laugh.

”hi?”

your voice cracked with sadness and confusion as he walked closer to you, you instantly went into his arms, a smile appearing on his face.

you sobbed quietly, holding onto him for dear life.

”i kept it open, i kept the door open three inches.”

you said through sobs, as he hinted to the time where he made you keep the door open three inches when you had your boyfriend over.

“i know.”

he responded with a grin, as he pulled away a little to look at your face.

”i never stopped believing.”

you cried, as he laughed a little. not at you, never at you. he’s been dreaming of this day since he’s been trapped in that russian camp.

“oh, i know. it’s okay, it’s okay.”

he said, his voice filled with comfort as you sobbed and looked down.

“it’s okay. i’m here.”

“im here.”

he reassured, as he sat you both down on your old bed, and took off his hat, his hair buzzed. as you looked at each other for a moment taking in each other appearances.

”you look..”

you said with a shrug as you sniffed, a smile on your face, joy over taking your body not knowing what to say.

“not fat?”

he spoke for you, he knew that you were thinking it, he did lose a lot of weight- a laugh left you as he joked.