"I know," Adora laughs, too, and now they're both laughing and crying and it's ridiculous, really, but her heart is bursting with warmth at the seams, threatening to overflow. She's caught between wiping away Catra's tears and her own, but new ones just keep on coming anyway, so she finally gives up and focuses on kissing Catra instead. Her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, her lips. Everywhere Adora can reach.

"I love you so much. And I want to get really, super old with you, and go to all the princess balls with you," she murmurs, hearing the childishness to her own voice and not caring. "Can we?"