"No," Adora yanks her hand away, Catra's gentle compassion somehow worse than anything she'd feared. It makes her feel like she's going insane.

Adora rolls back to face her, cheek resettling against the pillow with a thump, and she's wound up so tight that she wants to scream but just barely, thankfully, manages to keep her voice in the range of a whisper.

"You're so stupid! Don't you get it? I... I..." She scrubs a hand over her smoldering face, struggling to untie her tongue from the million knots it's suddenly curled itself into.

God, she doesn't know if she can say it. Can barely summon the voice from her throat. The most that comes out is a thin, raspy breath:

"... I want you to touch me."

She said it.

Her eyes are shut tight. She's not opening them to see Catra's reaction.