Hopper's stomach turns over and he looks sharply at Alex.

"It fucking counts," he says. Anything that's not consensual, anything she didn't want, it counts. It makes him think of Beverly, too, of what her father did to her, and Hopper hates this world sometimes. This world that takes so much from its girls and women without asking. It makes him sick.

"Come on," he says as he stands and holds his hand out to her. "Let's get rid of this shit."