As well as they could.

The staff kitchen was always staffed with stuff, so you were sure you had plenty of food and water for a few days if needed. Not that it would come to that. You'd also informed Tegan, as well as your team, about your predicament. Tegan was sympathetic and wished you luck on dealing with Dillon.

That was the other issue here: this new Dillon. She did not want to be alone for some reason, so she insisted that the two of you sleep in the same office. As weird as it was, you didn't really mind. What you did need to move was the power. You had to keep the thermostat at a reasonably low-power temperature as well as keeping your computers and any unnecessary power drainers off. You were running on an unknown amount of backup power, after all, and you didn't want to press your luck.

"Dillon," you asked as the two of you walked back with the snacks and waters. "Is something going on? You seem off tonight." Probably could have worded that better.

"It's... Complicated. Don't worry about it." Dillon gave you a shy, bashful reply before quickening her pace a bit.

"Well, I kind of need to worry about it because you seem incredibly on-edge and we need to keep a level head here." You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried and failed to guess what the issue was. Nothing you could think of made sense.

As you got back to your office, she say down with a sigh. She set down her food and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tight. The only part of her that you could see were the downcast eyes peering over the top.

"I..." She looked off to the side. "Officially, I was diagnosed with PTSD."

"What? When? From what?" You spoke out, immediately worried. Then you realized you'd just interrupted her. "S-sorry. Keep going."

"It's from... way back before I even worked here. Back in college, I started dating this certain guy. we unfortunately ran in the same circles and it just made sense. Then, we had sex. Probably the most amazing sex of my life. Nothing could ever compare to that."

"Is... this important?" You asked, feeling an intense sense of awkwardness.

"Y-yea... Well, the thing was, after we had sex that first time, all I could think about was 'i want to have that feeling again!' And so we did. Over and over again. My grades started to slip; it was all I could think about. I spent more time with him and his dick than anything else. As it happened, I needed to go in for a physical. They took blood work and, once they got the results, they immediately hospitalized me. Turned out my boyfriend had been drugging me. It was like MDMA, but far more destructive. They did a major detox of my system and sought out my boyfriend." She rubbed her arm.

"While I was in the hospital, his rich dad managed to get any charges against him dropped. As I slowly got my mind back, I remembered everything he'd done to me. And yet, it wasn't even over. One night, at the hospital, he came to 'visit' me. This time, he **** me. No ****. Just his hand over my mouth as he 'got to play with me one last time.' I can still feel his hands on me... His smell... His voice..." She started crying and shivering. You could tell she was reliving it. You hurried over and sat next to her, setting a blanket on her shoulders.

"What happened to him?" You asked.

"He was your town's mayor for a bit, then he got chased out of office. He still lives there. Ever since all of that, I can't sleep with the lights off, I have to have insane security around my apartment, and I can't be alone like I was tonight. I panic. I thought I'd be fine dealing with it. I hadn't had any panic attacks or night terrors in years. So I decided to try staying late to work tonight, just to test it out. Aubrey knows about my situation, so she agreed." Dillon leaned her head onto your shoulder.

"That's probably why she kept me here so late. It's good that she did, though. I wouldn't want you to be alone in here for however long it'll be," you put your arm around her, still feeling awkward. This was the deepest conversation you'd had with Dillon and you weren't exactly sure how to react. "Thank you for telling me all that; I know it can't be easy. You didn't have to tell me, but I appreciate it."

"I didn't need to, but Aubrey said if anyone would understand, you would." She gave a small shrug. "She said you knew the guy. Jake-something."

You clenched your fists. That tracked with what you know about Jake. You were surprised anyone bought his shit long enough to elect him mayor! "Yea. I know him. He's a real asshat that one."

You gave her a brief summary of your 'relationship' with him. The bullying, the stealing your girlfriends, the humiliation... You could go on, but you weren't here to co-opt her trauma.

"Hey," she said, looking up at you. "I found one thing we have in common: we both hate Jake."

You couldn't help but laugh at her dark joke, "yea, I guess we do have that in common. I would have preferred it to be video games or food or something, but I'll take shared trauma I guess."

"I... also had another reason to tell it to you. Would it be okay if... I slept with you tonight? N-not like in a dirty way! It would just help me feel safe while I'm in a place away from home." She put her arms around your arm, hoping that she made a compelling enough case.

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess I didn't have a choice, do I?" You let her stay leaning against you while you tried to parse everything. While you were thinking, there was only one thing going through Dillon's mind: He said he'll protect me. He's going to keep me safe.

She wasn't sure if she was trying to reassure herself or if she even truly believed it, but she wanted to. She had no plans to let you go any time soon, though, so you figured it was time for sleep.

You were able to slip into your undershirt and the sweatpants you had in your gym bag. Hopefully, it would keep you warm enough. The two of you had been changing on opposite sides of the office door, so when you opened the door and saw Dillon, you are speechless yet again.

"Sorry, I know this is weird, but I don't like being in bed with things weighing me down or wrapping me up tight," she blushed and quickly moved by you and into the couch bed the two of you had made. You had gotten a look at quite a bit; you'd never even seen Dillon in that light before. Carefully, you went off to join her.

She wrapped her arms around you, her legs following suit as they tangled in your legs. She was face-to-face with your chest. She'd wanted to face this way so she didn't accidentally rub up against you when her ass. Though, this wasn't much better. Her breasts were flush against you while your cock seemed **** to break free for her.