
part of her feels guilty for not picking up the phone before despite knowing she wouldn’t have been anything more than a burden. it’s the same part that told herself she’d look out for daisy whatever way she could ( she missed the chance to be there for her brother, she’ll make up for it by looking out for the woman he loved. ) she had demanded to come to base, picking up a tub of ice cream && her own collection of old movies on the way ( actually, she spent a small fortune && picked up 10 tubs so they had a selection of flavors && a hot chocolate mix. )
armed with an armful of ice cream && a glare that made anyone who tried to warn her the woman might be asleep shut up, she follows macks directions && marches to daisy’s bunk. awkwardly knocks on the door, barely stops the ice cream from falling && making a m e s s of the floor – knocks louder “hey loser!! open the door before the ice cream melts or you can buy me a new pair of jeans.”












