[Junna brushes her thumb across Lisa's cheek. It doesn't occur to her that it's the third time in a week. She knew it would be rough when they came here. She also knows they're still getting past the Disturbance. Junna is still getting past that -- and the guilt isn't so easily let go, either. There's still things she isn't sure she understands. And there's the fear she won't be enough, somehow.

She tries to push past them. Lisa needs her, she tells herself.] I love you, too. And I know you're here for me. And I--I don't think you're messed up.

[She leans closer. There's a flush to her cheeks.] Lean on me. Let me lean on you. And hold me. That's all I want. I don't need you to be perfect, okay?

[She worries it's coming out wrong. But still -- holding her, getting to hear what she's scared of, and getting the same in turn is what she knows she needs. It's what she wants.]

I'm glad you told me because I know. We know. We can do this, together, okay?