[Max has no idea what kinds of things are going through Eleven's mind as she watches the girl type a message on the device. She takes the time to really look at her. She's not at all what Max had pictured from the stories Lucas had told her. She'd been expecting her to be taller, maybe more muscular, and with a shaved head. But Eleven is smaller, maybe an inch or so shorter than Max, and her hair is curly. She just looks like someone that would go to Hawkins Middle with all of them.
She might have a lot of badass super powers but she's still a girl, a kid, and one who'd been through some seriously terrible bullshit at that. She's a girl who was in dire need of some normalcy, Max thinks.
She reads over the words and something inside of her twists in her chest and she nods slightly.]
you were trying to protect them
[She gets it. She looks at the other girl speculatively for a moment, then links her arm through Eleven's as they walk, determined to befriend her.]
no subject
She might have a lot of badass super powers but she's still a girl, a kid, and one who'd been through some seriously terrible bullshit at that. She's a girl who was in dire need of some normalcy, Max thinks.
She reads over the words and something inside of her twists in her chest and she nods slightly.]
you were trying to protect them
[She gets it. She looks at the other girl speculatively for a moment, then links her arm through Eleven's as they walk, determined to befriend her.]