Among all the issues that had accrued throughout the day, the icing on the cake was the fact that your mind decided today would be a bad body image day. So, piled onto turmoil, was a self loathing potent enough to make you sob, which you were currently doing. Curled up in your bed, Dell sat beside your prone form, soothing your back gently. “Aww, darlin’,” he cooed, his face reflecting his worry for you. “What’s buggin’ you, sweetheart? Wanna talk about it?”