Cait had an eye for those little details, it was true, but even she had moments where things just spiraled out of control. Hearing the location, seeing and confirming it, that would keep it firmly in the back of her mind, though. And wouldn't that make a mess of a perfectly good moment.

Leaning into the kiss, Caitlyn let herself be pulled lower, scooting the chair up to the bed. Her lips parted silently, eagerly even, a greeting and welcoming of the tender moment. Breaking it was hard, but she did, resting her forehead against the other woman's.

"You're getting better about being patient, my dear." That kiss was exactly the opposite of what she'd expected, but maybe Vi was learning to take it a little slower. You know, for Caitlyn's sake.