She breathes a small sigh when Adora's lips meet her forehead, and Catra wraps her arms around her; a movement that she doesn't think about doing until her hands are already on her, holding Adora steady and close.

It's really weird to be thanked, and Catra's not sure what it's for. But she's always been hungry for Adora's attention; always yearned for the gratification of being noticed. So even though she's done nothing but make things worse tonight, Catra takes that gratitude and hoards it like a precious mineral that she's done nothing to deserve but is determined to keep anyway.

"Sure you want me there?" She asks, quiet and wry. She doesn't deny Adora's hand, adjusting to keep one arm wound around Adora's back so she can grasp it, her palm against the back of Adora's hand and long-nailed fingers curling protectively around hers. "You've got better options, you know." She presses the side of her head against Adora's, which all but buries her nose in Adora's jacket - and if Catra takes a deep breath, and if she's comforted by the familiar smell, that's her own business. But she won't be jealous if Adora decides to take Glimmer or Bow instead. Both of them have more experience in having families and peacefully resolving issues than Catra does. "I don't want to screw this up for you again."