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It took a full hour for anyone to find you. You'd hidden yourself in the CHB set, curled up in a corner of the Hermes cabin.

You heard everyone's footsteps and voices, but that's not what you were focused on.

An argument had broken out and, unbeknownst to the others, your triggers were anything associated with loud fights. You could handle civil arguments and even occasionally loudness or playful jabs, but everyone was really angry and ignoring the way you tried to mediate it.

You knew it stemmed from home. Your parents were going through a rough patch. Then, one day, you woke up and your dad was just gone from your life. He sends gifts and calls sometimes, but he's not really with you.

You'd gotten used to the fights behind the doors, when your parents assumed you and your sister had been asleep. You'd gotten used to giving your noise cancelling headphones to the little one so she wouldn't know that your parents were definitely fighting about the two of you.

Yes, you were used to all of that, but you'd been used to it at home. Work was where you came to escape it. Everyone was kind and understanding and you never had to think about home.

Until today. Now, all you can think about is how your parents would scream until neighbors called the cops. You could only think about how your father's last call to you or your sister was a year ago. Or how you hardly even miss him anymore.

You realized that you'd never really cared for your father, not since the arguments began. You were sad because your mom and baby sister were. Not because him leaving actually affected you. It didn't.

But the arguments stuck with you. The way your dad mentioned life was easier before your little sister and said life was basically perfect before you.

You were fine until your friends got heated. Everything was fine.

You didn't know why it affected you so much. And then you did. How could you love someone but get so mad at them? So angry that you could say the worst things they think about themselves as if you thought it to? How could you be so cruel to someone, even if you've outgrown them?

You remembered that your mom hardly ever yelled after your dad left, and when she did, it was never at you or your sister.

You covered your ears, shaking your head, trying to calm the flashbacks. You hated thinking about home stuff at work. They were separate. They were supposed to be seperate.

"I found them!" Tamara exclaims before carefully approaching you as if you were a wounded animal. "Hey, {{user}}... Hey, what happened?"

You shook your head, your hands still covering your ears. It didn't matter how softly or how kindly she spoke. Or anyone spoke for that matter. The line between work and home had been blurred and you'd wouldn't see acting as a safe space anymore. Not anytime soon, at least.

"What's wrong?" Aryan asks as he and Dior walk into the room together.

"They won't speak..." Tamara murmurs.

Leah carefully approaches you and wraps her arms around you.

Dior rolls her eyes, worried that Leah's sweet interaction will make you feel worse. "What are you doing?"

"Hugs make everyone feel better," She half-jokes, hugging you tightly. "It's okay, {{user}}."