"Hey." Tilly beamed as she sat across from Margot at the bar.

"Hey yourself, beautiful." Margot reached for hand, squeezing gently.

"I'm on break in about twenty minutes, can I get you anything?"

The blonde hummed and tapped her chin. "Tea, please. A little milk and-"

"Two sugars." Margot smiled. "You got it."

Tilly flushed and ducked her head, rubbing the bracelet around her wrist.

"It looks like it's going to be a good day." she said softly.

Unfortunately, she had spoken too soon.

There were plenty of good days. She worked with Sabine, she talked to people all day.

She spent evenings playing chess and watching TV with Rogers'.

She hung out around the station and listened to Weaver talk.

When her and Margot had time off they would go on dates. To cafés, to their bookstore, to the park. They would have picnics, watch the sunset, read together.

So yes, she had lots of good days. But she still had bad days. And sometimes a good day could turn into a bad day for no reason.

Tilly was so sick of feeling out of control, and she was sick of having to constantly put it on those she loved.

Tilly and Margot had been strolling around the park, hand in hand, enjoying the sunshine and just talking.

Tilly had frozen, Margot almost tripping as they stopped.

The blonde stood in one spot, eyes staring at the empty bench.

"Tilly?" Margot touched her back, stepping around and in front of her.

"Can you see him?" the blonde stammered, trembling.

Margot looked over at the bench then back to Tilly.

"Tilly, love, there's no one there." she cupped the girls face.

"No?" she whispered, brows farrowing. "I...I can see him."

"It's just one of your bad moments." Margot said softly, kissing her forehead.

"He's...scaring me." She whispered.

"Here, take my hand. Describe him to me, maybe we can make him less scary."

Tilly exhaled shakily, fingers clutching the others girls.

"He...he's tall. Dark eyes. Just...watching me." She whispered, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm right here. Look closer, does he mean you harm? Or is he just watching?"

"He...I don't think he wants to hurt me." She visibly relaxed a little at the revelation.

"No?" Margot squeezed her hand encouragingly.

"He seems sad." she said softly, leaning into Margot. "But he...he doesn't want to hurt me."

"That's good, Till." she knew some of the voices or hallucinations could be mean. They could hurt Tilly.

"How are you, feeling? Should we continue our walk?"

With one last look at the bench, Tilly nodded. "Yes, I think we should."

Sometimes Tilly had bad days. Sometimes a good day turned into a bad day, and that was okay.

Sometimes a good day turned into a bad day and turned back into a good day.

With people who cared about her, it wasn't so terrifying to face all the bad.

And the good was really really good.

After more walking, Margot laid out a blanket on the grass and they both sat down. Tilly was in front of Margot, the other girls legs bracing hers as she leaned back.

"I know the things you see and hear are scary, Tilly. But you're not alone and you never will be. You can get through it."

"I know I'm not alone." The girl whispered. "I was thinking...well Rogers' and I were...about me seeing someone. Maybe they can change my meds or...or help me figure out why it's happening."

"I think that's a brilliant idea. There's no shame in looking for help."

Tilly smiled up at her. "I'm sorry I have bad days. I'm sorry you have to deal with it."

"I'm not. I love you, Tilly, good days, bad days, every day in between. You're mad. I'm probably mad. But all the best people are. I know you. Your heart. The voices and the hallucinations, they're not you, they're just a little part of you. And they might not be forever."

Sometimes Tilly struggled with words so she only kissed the hand she was holding. "I love you."

"And I love you. You wanna eat?"

"Of course."

Margot grinned as she pulled things from her backpack. They just kept coming.

"It like a bloody Tardis in there." Tilly laughed.

"A what?" Margot tilted her head.

"Seriously? Doctor Who?"

The girl looked blank.

"Oh babe, you have a lot of catching up to do." Tilly grinned.

"We have all the time in the world." she promised.

Picnics were one of their favourite things to do together.

Good food, fresh air, sunshine, time with each other.

Margot handed the girl her marmalade sandwiches.

Tilly loved sweet things, and Margot knew all her favourites.

Candy apples, pick n mix sweets, especially the gummy strawberries, Hershey's kisses, sweet soft pretzels and a share bar of Apollo chocolate.

The girl also loved juice so Margot had brought her favourite fancy one from the farmers market; strawberry and orange.

That much sweet stuff normally lasted them at least two picnics, three maybe if they wanted to leave some.

Tilly happily opened the Hershey's kisses first, unwrapping one and popping it in her mouth.

Swallowing, she grinned. "And a kiss for my love."

Margot held out her hand for a candy but instead Tilly leaned in and kissed her gently.

Both grinning like idiots, they tucked into all the food, laughing and joking as Tilly opened the bag of gummies too excitedly and they flew everywhere.

So yes, sometimes Tilly had bad days.

But more often than not they could turn into good ones.

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