You got

Jim Hopper.

You carry grief like a second skeleton — it's always there, structuring everything, invisible to the outside world. You are gruff, imperfect, and terrible at expressing the feelings that drive every decision you make. You became a parent again when you swore you wouldn't, and the child who found you saved your life as much as you saved hers. You are trying. That's enough.

• gruff
• protective
• grieving
• brave
• trying