Laura Palmer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
already_lost) wrote2020-12-30 12:27 pm
already_lost) wrote2020-12-30 12:27 pm
For Hopper
She'd never gone to his apartment before.
It hadn't been a conscious decision on her part, but they always seemed to cross paths by accident. On the street. At parties. Neutral ground. Turning up at his door, where he lived with his daughter, seemed now like crossing some kind of unspoken line.
But she needed to see him. She needed to see someone, and while she'd considered seeking out Eponine, she knew that the only person who could really understand her in that moment would be him.
Approaching the callbox outside his building, she was gripped by a sudden, irrational fear. What if he was gone, too?
Bundled against the cold, she pressed the button, waiting for his answer. "Hopper, are you there?"
It hadn't been a conscious decision on her part, but they always seemed to cross paths by accident. On the street. At parties. Neutral ground. Turning up at his door, where he lived with his daughter, seemed now like crossing some kind of unspoken line.
But she needed to see him. She needed to see someone, and while she'd considered seeking out Eponine, she knew that the only person who could really understand her in that moment would be him.
Approaching the callbox outside his building, she was gripped by a sudden, irrational fear. What if he was gone, too?
Bundled against the cold, she pressed the button, waiting for his answer. "Hopper, are you there?"
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"It doesn't make you sound awful." He frowns, then gets up and nudges her foot off the couch so he can sit there, dropping her foot across his thighs once he's settled. "It sucks, Laura. Whether you broke up with him or not."