Melody had been worried. Would her roommates judge her for the implications? Would they suddenly feel uneasy around her? Maybe it was a culture thing--maybe it would have been different in Atlanta or somewhere. But rural communities can be so unforgiving. The hug was such a relief and she was thankful to Freya beyond words. But in this moment she couldn't acknowledge her for fear of bursting into tears.<br/><br/>She nodded at Morgan. "Yeah, they say writers grow from having trauma to draw from. Mine may not be the worst trauma in the world but..." A swallow and a pause...<br/><br/>The sting of Dr. Pepper washed down the sting of alcohol. Cautiously, uncertainly, she gave Freya a quick thank-you squeeze. "Morgan," she announced, her voice moving back in the direction of normalcy, "truth or dare."