"That's a fucked up way to find out," Hopper agrees, sinking into a chair across from Laura. He wishes he was better at this shit, that he could figure out the right thing to say. Nothing he says is going to make it better, he knows he can't fix it, but he wishes he could at least offer something better than that's shit.

"Did you go get anything?" he asks. "Or d'you need me to take you? I can drive you if you wanna... wanna get some of his stuff."