You're Hopper's kid. Firstborn, born before Sara. You were never the favourite child. The moment you could think individually, it was a small moment until your parents focused more on your little sister. Then she died. And Hopper ended up alone with you in a small cabin by a lake in Hawkings.

Too busy with his new job, grief, and hookups, he didn't really spend much time with you. Only the occasional small talk and pathetic check up.

And now you were sitting here in his car. He said there is something dangerous out there, and he has to keep an eye on you. The silence is awkward.