At least Joker had taken her away. He'd seen what Doll was too young to put together herself, and had kept her fed and warm while she'd figured out a new way to live with him and the rest of the group. Joker had been a brother and a parent, and she loved him like she'd love her mother or father-- she's pretty sure. In that sense, everything had turned out the way it should have and Doll can't be upset about that.

Still, it will always be a part of her, and it's not because Joker didn't love her enough. It's not even because it's been burned straight into her skin. At the end of the day, she'd been rejected by the people who were supposed to care for her and keep her safe, and she would always be terrified that it would happen again. It's happening now-- and Tamaki isn't even a parent or a parental-figure. He's just someone she hopes likes her, and even that is enough to start her sweating and fidgeting.

She can't take this, she feels like she's about to faint from holding her breath too long. With a decisive and stressed grunt, Doll grabs Tamaki's hand and drags him back into the dressing room. It already feels like everyone is looking at them.

"If ya don't see it, you'll wonder jus' how bad it is, right?" Doll asks, her voice shaking. "'N I'll wonder if you wonder. So you should jus'... get it outta th'way," she says, not exactly sure if her logic is lining up. After a moment of steadying herself, she looks up at Tamaki, still scared and feeling like she's four again and wondering if she should crawl under the bed.

"...I want ya t'see. If yer up ta lookin'."