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You are doing such a good job handling all of the difficulties in your life! You are handling things way better than you think you are. You are here today. Give yourself credit for that.

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒  Breathe. Just breathe. She could do that, right? Sure, sure she could, she just needed the panic to subside in order to get her lungs to take it down a notch or six. It was weird, it felt like she’d been running a marathon but the truth was she had barely moved at all; maybe six feet at most? Her eyes darted back and forth and they were rimmed pink with unshed tears. Chrissy was on high alert, her fight or flight ready to kick in at any given moment.

“I-I-I don’t know... it was... tall and had grey skin that looked like it was burned or melting... I could see its skull, I think it was a skull, I don’t know. But it was chasing me and no matter where I ran I couldn’t get out!”

It was then that Chrissy clung to the police officer, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping his jacket and boy, was she trembling up a storm.

"Sounds like some nightmare," he commented. He could only assume she'd been asleep— where else did you see skull men? Kid probably watched a scary movie and her brain was remembering it in a nightmare, Hopper assumed. Her anxiety was definitely real, though, that much was for damn certain.

Hopper never was good at this reassurance thing, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. It was a hard time being a teenager, hardest time of your life. And it was practically his job, to reassure people nothing was gonna happen, given he worked in a small place like this where, till pretty damn recently, nothing ever happened. Not till he met Eleven and learned about the Lab a couple years ago. What a mess.

Have you made any new friends this year in fandoms your muse isn't from? Who?

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“I won’t open my eyes until I’m completely out of breath. No more waiting, because our principles are burning here,” the statement almost feels disconnected from him. His eyes have a gaze that’s a million kilometers away. If he’s honest, he didn’t know whether they’d actually be able to pull it off or not. With Blazko on his side, though? He almost felt hopeful. Almost. But he squashed that feeling before it even welled up fully. He’d been hopeful too many times.

“Everything that I walked towards, beckoned me and crumbled,” he laments, amber eyes watching the other man closely. He wants guidance. His comrade is battle-hardened. Experienced. He awaits direction, squatted close to the ground, out of sight.

Goddamn. This guy's monologues could echo his own. Poor guy's got that thousand-yard stare he's seen a hundred times before from guys and gals in the war efforts.

He wished he had somethin' real wise to say. Quote from Willy Shakespeare, maybe. Maybe somethin' he comes up with himself. He doesn't say a thing, though, not for a beat too long.