This could easily be enough, curling up with Rosie in the way she's been aching to, for so long. She shifts so that she can rub their slowly warming fingers together. It's quiet in the apartment, and it's easy to feel like they're in a bubble, where the work they've put in means they get this easiness, this anticipation.

"You're right," Sabrina answers, pulling their entwined hands up to her mouth, where she breathes to keep warming their fingers. And maybe, just maybe, to let her mouth graze the back of Rosie's hand and knuckles as she speaks. "I don't-- before, it was good, it was really good. But this time, we chose this. We know that we're here for each other. We know where we stand, and--" Her cheeks are a little pink. "It's going to be even better."