[Kara's head on her shoulder makes her stomach do a ridiculous flop. She's really not used to feeling this way, so used to pushing everyone away, to avoid being truly close to anyone. This place is changing her. There are so many people she cares for here. Especially her, whose somehow found her way around Faith's walls. Fighting back tears of her own, her arm moved to drape over Kara's shoulder to tug her closer. She clearly needed it, so Faith can't help herself but oblige.] Kara... it's not like that. What could you have done?
CW: panic, death talk, general sadtimes