The graze of Catra's fingertips is enough to make her skin break into goosebumps, and Adora can't stand it. She feels transparent, yet Catra still can't see it-- why can't she see it? Why does she have to make her say it?

"You," the single syllable drops from her lips like a rock. Adora cringes with it, terrified of what Catra will say, of the thought she'd laugh at her-- and so she immediately follows it up with: "You jerk."