“I got it, I got it,” Cardi protests, slipping in, unassisted. 

As Cirrus joins in, she frowns. “It wasn’t about whether you could, y’know.” 

They’re facing each other in the bath. Cardi’s eyes are already starting to glaze over. 

“Can I touch you?” 

“Eh?” 

“I’ve missed you, Cee. Can you come here?” asks Cirrus, extending her hands once again. She almost jumps when Cardi actually takes hold of them, and lets herself be pulled. 

Now Cardi’s back is pressed against Cirrus’ chest. The ghoul holds her, Cardi feels her whip-like tail curl around her leg, her breath even on her neck. She’s missed her ghoul, too. So much. She tries not to let how lonely she’s felt make her stomach drop and hands shake.