You're speaking my language. I think anyone who projects their expectations on you is ungrateful and spineless and...well, not worth anything they say to you! We both haven't let ourselves undersell our own value, at least.

[And, oop. Lin picks her up more or less effortlessly, and even if it's a little weird and silly, she's mostly comfortable.]

...Then again, look where we are. [It still doesn't mean she's ready to compromise and stop being #real or that she wants to change herself to suit someone else's ideal and expectations. But maybe she can at least put the effort into being a little less quick to jump to conclusions.

She isn't really familiar with this, and she shows it with a little more hesitation than she might have given Lucifer's spider-man kiss or even Brenner's surprise dip. She leans in close, exhaling when their lips are only centimeters apart and pausing, that brief hesitation the moment she needs to psych herself up. Too bad they aren't still in the fairytale scenario realm, since this kiss checks all the boxes, weirdly soft and flowery, like she isn't completely sure how to kiss another woman. Because she isn't.]