Catra's confession only makes Adora cry harder, shoulders hitching with her sobs. It twists her up inside that Catra's been feeling this way, and she can't help but feel -- as she so often does -- that it stems from her own failings.

She knows Catra gets jealous, and angry, and insecure. But they've been together for this long now, and Adora still can't chase those insecurities away. It's stupid, because she feels for her so strongly -- has she not been showing it enough?

"Listen, Catra..." She gently withdraws her hands from her grasp so she can cup her face again, holding on steady this time. Her gaze, blue and shimmering with tears, pins Catra's in place.

She has to reach her, this time.

"Meeting my family today, I was so excited and overwhelmed and-- I wasn't really thinking about it, what I'd do next, my long-term plans, or anything. And yeah, part of me was imagining what it'd be like to stay, but it's like I told you," she sniffs, then heaves out a breath. "You were part of it. You're always, always part of it, Catra."

Her grasp softens then, shaky fingers brushing at Catra's cheek, her dark, water-matted hair. "Don't you see? I can't picture my future without you in it."