"Okay one of you are going to have to take Adora's crap to her today because I have work and practice after school." Catra said as she practically dropped her lunch tray onto the table where both Adora's group of friends and her own were seated.

"I will. Are you coming by the house tonight? My mom wanted me to ask since she is making enough food to feed a army." Glimmer replied, earning a hint of a smile.

"it depends on what time I manage to get out of the shop but I will try," Catra answered as she poked at the mass that was supposed to be meatloaf before adding with a scowl: "How was she this morning?"

"Well...She actually left her room this morning and was actually eating this morning when I left for school which is more than we have gotten her to do for the last three days." Glimmer answered, worry etching across her face as she thought about the implications of that.

"Yeah, I know that at the funeral Adora was a bit numb or something. I have never seen that from her before." Catra said softly, closing her eyes as she thought about everything that had happened in the past week. She couldn't get the thought out of her head about how the usually strong, spitfire girl she had grew up with had clung to her like a lifeline, obviously broken by this whole thing.

Catra knew that neither of them had ever lost anyone important before—not like what had happened with Mara—but still, her heart broke at even the mere thought of the girl who had been her only friend for some time breaking completely down whenever they were in private.

A heavy silence passed over them then, one that Glimmer finally broke.

"I want to thank you by the way, for everything you done for Adora and I'm sorry I have been such a huge jerk about everything. I was afraid you would end up shattering Adora's heart but I guess I was wrong with that."

This caught Catra off-guard since Glimmer had always been untrusting of her, yet she was saying this.

"Don't get weird on me but to be honest, I know I caused her to fall and shit during soccer practice but I wouldn't go that far. I mean, before we actually sat and talked I wanted her to know how much she hurt me. But then I realized that we were both just dumb kids that had a lot of shit being held over us." Catra responded, remembering a few times in those first few weeks where she had went out of her way to be a jerk toward Adora.

And she felt her stomach clench painfully at the memory of that.

"Hey, you two are working it out and she forgives you so there's that." Bow said as Catra sighed once again.

"Yeah but who's to say that I won't end up hurting her in the long run? We're both pretty fucked up as you seen with Adora." Catra's response caught everyone by surprise, including Scorpia who could usually read her like an open book.

"Yeah well you were hurting and you think more with your heart besides your head and I think you have worked through a lot of your past over the past few years. I mean at first you basically kept to yourself and was a manipulative, abusive jerk at times, but after moving in with me you slowly started to change. Giving you a place to live away from Beatrix was what helped you." Scorpia said, putting a hand on Catra's.

Is it true? Have I changed that much? I mean I have became a bit...more emotional but what if that's all? What if I have not changed that much? What if Scorpia's just being...Well...Herself? Catra couldn't help but wonder, suddenly losing her appetite as she thought about what that would mean.

Was she just using Adora? Was Adora just a crutch for her? She couldn't help but wonder during class the rest of that day, letting her mind wonder over the questions that bounced around inside her head as she idly took notes.

Notes she knew that Adora would need if she was to catch up in the class.

What exactly do I feel for Adora? Is it still that weird, clingy, whatever that I had when we were kids? When she was my only friend but if that's the case then why does it feel right when we're doing stuff together? I always felt safe around her but does she feel the same way?

She couldn't help but wonder as she thought back to the night at the carnival and how relaxed she had been during all of that and even how much fun she had with Adora in the forest that night after her embarrassing run in with Swift Wind.

The way that she had noticed little things about the blonde that night that she had before.

How soft she was despite being well built from playing sports or the way that her eyes shone in the faint moonlight.

Or how safe—how right—it felt when she had woken up to find herself wrapped in Adora's arms. She knew that this wasn't a thing that you notice when you were just friends with someone and she couldn't help but worry about what Adora would think if she found out about that particular thing.

I can't tell her about this...She's been through so much shit that it would just overwhelm her and I don't want things to be weird or for her to think I am just hanging around expecting something in return. Catra thought, sighing as she glanced down at the notes she had been writing.

What if that is what I have been doing all along? But even I'm not that cruel...Am I?

Adora hated being alone with her thoughts but she also knew that she didn't trust herself in a crowd just yet because even though everyone kept reminding her that Mara's death was not her fault—and deep down she knew it too—she couldn't stop that one part of her from wondering what if it was.

What if Beatrix was right? What if every mistake she made caused a terrible outcome for someone else? What if her lack of visits or calls had attributed to Mara's untimely death?

She wished that she could run, or do anything else but sit there but she knew that too much movement could cause irreversible damage to her ankle and riding was clearly out of the question—although she wasn't sure she even wanted to look at the horse right now.

Especially since he had been a gift from Mara.

Falling back onto her bed she closed her eyes, wishing that for once the tiredness would just consume her—after all there had to be a limit for how long one could stay awake with their thoughts after having difficulty sleeping at night or at least—in her case—when Catra wasn't curled up on the bed with her.

How is it that just having her there seems to help me sleep? Was this what it was like for her whenever she was freaking out and we shared a bed? But is it normal that I have been noticing every little thing about her? When did she get so strong and when did she get so sweet? I mean she's always had a softer side to her but...it's like she's lost that edge that she usually has...yet it doesn't feel like pity.

Sighing she turned onto her side, staring out of her window at the overcast landscape that was Angela's garden. Stop thinking so much about Catra, it's weird. She berated herself mentally as she tried in vain to keep her mind from wondering toward the other girl. I must be going crazy because only a psychopath would think so much about someone. Maybe Angela and Glimmer are right, maybe I should take a mini vacation with them this weekend.