"Okay. That-- that sounds like a plan," Adora answers with a stuttering giggle, mirroring Catra by cupping her cheeks in return. They spend a moment like this, just watching each other with big, dumb smiles on their faces, tears falling unrestrained.

And then Adora just has to lean in and kiss her again-- properly on the lips this time, open-mouthed and lingering, their quivery breaths intertwining.

When she pulls back, her tears have stopped at last, but her eyes shimmer still as she whispers: "Thank you."