[ Adora sits and she listens and she's not sure what to say, not at first. There's a lot going on here and she has to think about how she feels. How she responds. To hear that Catra likes someone else? She doesn't quite know she feels. There's a twinge of jealous; the idea that someone else could be as important in Catra's life is hard to think about, even if Catra says that she's more important. She scrubs at her face for a moment. ]

So. You like her. And you think you love her. [ She's trying to talk through this. ]

Right. OK. So - what do you want to do about it? [ She fiddles with the hem of her shirt as she listens. ]

I love you, Catra. I'm just... trying to figure out how I feel.