This should not be what they talk about during sex. This is why Vi doesn't open up often, it just floods out, everything she's been holding inside. She lets out a big sigh, attempting to change the mood with a broad smile.

She doesn't know what to say next, so she pulls Cait in for a kiss. Her thumb on Cait's cheek brushes at her soft skin, draws the line of her cheekbone, as her fingers sink into soft, long hair. "Good," she breathes out between kisses, not letting Cait go.