[ For the second time since they've met one another, Eleven's thin arms wind around his middle, and she squeezes for a moment, before detaching herself and moving closer to the railingof the bridge.
Eleven is relieved to know him here, and more relieved that he's going back to saying things she can only half follow at the best of times. Peter is a good teacher and a better friend. She might call him her best friend, but he's old and there's Max at home, but... well, maybe he can be her Best Beacon Friend.
Yeah, that works. ]
Yes. Water. Radios are... better, but.
[ She shrugs. They must work with what they have. ]
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Eleven is relieved to know him here, and more relieved that he's going back to saying things she can only half follow at the best of times. Peter is a good teacher and a better friend. She might call him her best friend, but he's old and there's Max at home, but... well, maybe he can be her Best Beacon Friend.
Yeah, that works. ]
Yes. Water. Radios are... better, but.
[ She shrugs. They must work with what they have. ]