I hadn’t come here to get all sappy about the farm boy next door, though. I needed to remember that regardless of Hopper’s relationship with his dad—or his compliments to the chef—that he was still the guy who’d moved in and taken my place while I was gone.
This business of Noel being a little too much of a pissy bitch about mine, mine, mine needs to be over already. Regardless of high school BS, his overriding attitude at this point should be pure gratitude that his parents have Hopper to help them, with a larger helping of shame for being gone for four entire years. He's being too much of a twat.
