Comfort In; Dump Out

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Who: Stacia and Dan
What: Giving and receiving emotional support while grappling with trauma.
Where: Dan's room at the Pole
When: Not too long after Halloween, specifically after Dan and Stacia's encounters with Elle.
Warnings/Notes: Discussion of trauma and dismemberment

Stacia's nerves are jangling like a box of silverware being thrown down a flight of stairs. She keeps grinding her teeth and flexing her fingers and she wants to bite something over and over again until it stops moving. She's broken into a sprint several times, in her shoes, in her bare feet, and with paws; but none of those have helped her shake this feeling. Though to be fair, she hadn't expected it to help. She'd tried to run from the trauma when it happened and she hadn't been able to do it then either. Because she hadn't had -- no, shut up, shut up, shut up! Brain! Shut up!

Yeah, this isn't something she's going to be able to shake on her own. She's not a creature who finds comfort in being solitary. This situation calls for cuddles.

It doesn't take her long to reach Dan's room after she's reached that conclusion. She hopes he's awake, and not engaged in any canoodling. She'd feel bad for waking him up, or cock-blocking him.