"A little much?" Hopper guesses, tossing a pillow toward the couch and then dropping the blankets on top of it. He's been on his own for such a long time that he's pretty sure he'd go nuts in a place like that. Even making space for Eleven in his life had been difficult and he knows the transition hadn't always been all that smooth.

"C'mon," he says, gesturing down the hall. "You can take the bed. I'll get set up on the couch."

He'd lived like that for years. Darrow is the first place he's slept in a bed regularly for the first time in a really long time.