"I'm here so I don't drink myself into a ditch," Steve replies in a low mumble, but that's only part of the reason. Hopper is like family to him, more like a dad than his own father ever was, and he knew that this was where he needed to be.

"She's gonna dump me and everyone will just assume that I fucked everything up," he says quietly, wiping at his eyes again. "Even you assumed that I did something wrong. I saw your face."

Steve is used to being the fuck up and hell, maybe he did fuck up here, too. Asking her about abortion was way out of line, and he realizes that now, but he wasn't trying to hurt her. He just can't seem to help it.

"She said she thinks she'd be a bad mother, which I know for a fact she wouldn't," Steve replies, sniffling and dragging the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands to press them to his sore eyes. "And that she just didn't want them."

He slides his hands down and peers at Hopper with sad, wet eyes. "I didn't realize how badly I wanted to be a dad."