[That admission, coming from Lydia, is deeply troubling. Her eyes widen a little, but she draws a deep breath, then nods to herself.
Placing Prada in Lydia's arms, she makes sure the door is shut tight behind her, then drapes an arm around Lydia's shoulders to steer her over to the couch. Once they're both seated, she gently tugs Lydia close enough that she can rest her head on Allison's shoulder, and Allison can rest her own head atop Lydia's. It's animal instinct to pull her close, to comfort through touch.]
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Placing Prada in Lydia's arms, she makes sure the door is shut tight behind her, then drapes an arm around Lydia's shoulders to steer her over to the couch. Once they're both seated, she gently tugs Lydia close enough that she can rest her head on Allison's shoulder, and Allison can rest her own head atop Lydia's. It's animal instinct to pull her close, to comfort through touch.]
Tell me what happened, sweetie.