Haruka allows this, too, though she makes no movement towards reciprocating. It's not until Michiru's fingers touch to it that she notices the clamminess of her own palm.

She wants to trust in those words. She wants to believe nothing like today will ever, ever happen again.

She just can't bring herself to, right now.

"Can you promise me that?" Chin angled up, her stare rises to meet Michiru's at last, swirling dark with intensity. "And mean it?"