Every night, he has trouble sleeping. He wakes up to the shriek of bats, hearing them coming straight out of his dreams and into his waking life. Once the dreams wake him up, he has a hard time getting back to sleep and he spends a lot of his nights walking around the block, just so he has something to do.

Is that settled? He doesn't think so, but he grins anyway, because he doesn't even want to think about all that.

"Yeah, not bad, I guess," he agrees. "There's a bunch of people here from Hawkins, so... got some people from home. Sort of." He leans in and smells what she's using. "That smells good."