Emily: Wait what? What self harm? When did that start?
Dee (clapping hands to mouth): Uh - I - maybe I've fucked up. She didn't want me to tell you... well, any of this...
Emily: Why not!?
Dee: I don't know! I really don't know. But I'm scared. I don't know what to do. What do I do, Emily?
Emily: I... uh... oh god. Um... why doesn't she leave the house?
Dee: I don't know. I try to, you know, suggest it... But I also take her uni notes, and get her groceries sometimes, so I'm maybe removing incentive for her to do it herself... But I'm not sure she would either way and I don't think failing would help...
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Alt text: Dee has somehow got managing two young women's lives for them as his main hobbies currently, but one is a lot more fun than the other