"Yeah," Abby croaks, clearing her throat. Glimmer's palm curls over the back of her hand, and Abby leans slightly, enough for their arms to press together. It's comforting. She's so busy holding the people who care about her at arm's length that she forgets how much she likes this kind of touch.

"I dunno." She sighs, a big one. Feels like she's been doing that a lot lately. Her voice is thick when she continues, "It's so weird. All of this shit happened to me months ago, but I only just remembered it. And nobody fucking knows it happened unless I tell them about it."

And talking is so hard. Everything has been sitting like a lump in her stomach, cold and hard and unmoving, and she's sad, and sick of it.