[ Calloused fingertips idly draw patterns on Sombra's waist, and South leans back up to steal another kiss before she even nods, ] ...love you too, Liv. Always.

[ It still feels like this huge thing every time she says it, like this fucking impossibility that she should never have had chance to say. It might always boggle her that she got lucky twice, after everything she's fucked up in her life, but she's not complaining. ]