Jin cried against Ishawari's warm, solid self, his words just as soothing as his shoulder. As he pulled back, she tried desperately to wipe her face and compose herself. It wasn't working well. “Thank you.” She managed to croak out after a few seconds. 

“I’ve said it before, and I will say it again, because it’s too true. I could not be doing this without you.” She wiped at her face again and attempted a smile. “If you ever need my shoulder, it is here. No questions asked.” 

“Thank you for… listening. And letting me completely embarrass myself.” Despite her speeches to Hotaru, she was uncomfortable with her own tears and anguish. Her heart was pounding, with a mixture of fear and stress and something else she couldn’t quite quantify.

“You’re always so...” She waved her hand in the air, searching for the words. “So eloquent at times like this. Some days I would rather just cuss at myself and call it a day.” A brief chuckle escaped her. “Thank you for being kind to me when I wouldn’t be to myself.” 

Finally she leaned away, somewhat red-faced in the dark. “I suppose if we’re both awake, we should be plotting our next steps.”