"Thanks. I'll probably take you up on that," Steve murmurs, because he's too tired to act like he isn't scared. He lets out a deep sigh and rubs under his good eye, pausing when Hopper holds a slim object out in front of his face.

"Shut up, this isn't a phone," Steve says with a scoff, giving Hopper a skeptical look as he reaches out to take it. The screen lights up without having any buttons at all, and Steve's eyes widen. "Holy shit."

He fiddles with the phone for a bit, utterly fascinated, until the bright light of it makes his head pound even harder. Hissing, he holds the phone back out. "Has medicine come that far too, or is it still just good old Tylenol?"