The situation is undeniably beginning to spiral, and any embarrassment or frustration Cait feels is reflected in Vi fivefold. They came here to relax. This isn't how any of this was supposed to go. Cait frowns, crossing the last bit of distance between them.

"Vi," she calls, placing a soothing hand on her strong shoudler. "This isn't a fight. There's no need to yell."

"I just..." The other hand pinches the bridge of her nose as she gathers herself. Now that the problem has made itself apparent, at least, she can take steps to rectify it. "Alright. You clearly need to hear this, so I'll be blunt."

Cupping Vi's face with both hands, now, she leans in, pinning her gaze purposefully beneath her own.

"Violet," she says. "I've fucked."