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That was the very question Delilah had hoped Helena would NOT ask right now. The truth was this whole Alex situation was TAKING ITS TOLL on her. And while wearing her big sister’s t-shirt had been an EASY ENOUGH LIE to sell to her schizophrenic brain. Helena’s question only brought the TRUTH to the surface. And the truth was she had just... NEEDED Helena’s scent. Helena’s POSSESSIONS. Helena’s PRESENCE. More than ever. And that was the detail that got her FIDGETING. Hand shooting beneath long brunette waves to SCRATCH AWAY at the scab forming at the base of her skull. “Y-Yeah... I jus’... ‘s cute an’ comfy. And I jus’... Didn’t think ya’d mind.” As good a lie as ANY. Helena had looked the other way PLENTY of times when Delilah had stolen her shirts. “Why? Were ya plannin’ on wearin’ it today?”