"Nooo," Adora lets out a whine, though it's hard to sound properly petulant with the affection and humor clinging to her voice. She sways from side to side, taking Catra with her. "But I like staying up with you."

--And she feels like she's been talking into Catra's hair for a while, now. She misses her face. Wedging her hand under Catra's chin, she insistently nudges it upward. "Hey. Hey. Look over here."