Adora waits, curious but patient, as Catra draws a deliberate path along her arm-- and when she places her hand over her ear at last, it takes every bit of self restraint in her not to squeal. Gotta keep it together. If she's too embarrassing about it, Catra will change her mind.

(Wrestling the massive smile off her face, however, is an altogether futile task.)

"I love you," she blurts one more time, as if her brain's forgotten how to form any other words, and her fingers gently begin to knead at the base of Catra's ear.