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[ There is a Rose inserting herself into Emil's cuddling bedspace.... ]

[ Most likely because this is the most familiar for her, sharing a bed with him (after Camelot, oops), and also because he seems sad. So clearly the answer is late-night cuddles. ]

Scoot over?

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[squirreledaway]

What happened...?

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[ She takes a breath, doesn't meet his eyes. ]

I became a rather premature alcoholic when I was fifteen.

[squirreledaway]

[... he can't even nervously laugh, because that's terrifying. He'd watched that happen with Hail]

Did you get help...?

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..... [ and shakes her head. ]

I'm not brave enough. I'm still not brave enough.

[squirreledaway]

But you weren't like that here...

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I didn't want to make any of my team feel ashamed to know me. I didn't tell anyone, because I didn't want you to know.

I wanted....to really be Daisy this time.

[squirreledaway]

[He wraps his arms around her. cuddlessss]

... Well, I'm glad that... you succeeded, I think. Because something like that... I don't even know what to do. It's scary.

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[ curls into him. ]

Don't let that be you, alright? Don't...feel ashamed of yourself and unable to change.

[squirreledaway]

I won't.

[at least not intentionally]

But you're not that unable to change. You've done a lot of it here, haven't you...?

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....I'd like to think I'm a whole different person.

[ she sniffles a bit. ]

I...didn't go home because I'm scared. I didn't want to die.

[squirreledaway]

Die...? What do you mean?

[threadspinner]

I was worried paradox space would reject my absence and kill me immediately. That happens occasionally in our world, usually to Dave.