Glimmer didn’t bother announcing herself this time. She just let the teleport shimmer fade quietly behind her, the cool night air settling against her skin as she took in the sight of Adora at the balcony — broad shoulders tense, gaze fixed too far away, like she was bracing for something that wasn’t there. Typical. She crossed the space between them in a few quick steps and slid her hand into Adora’s without asking. Familiar. Solid. Real. “You know,” Glimmer said softly, thumb brushing over Adora’s knuckles, “every time you get that look, I can practically hear the gears in your head trying to figure out what you need to fix next.”