[ there's a minute when harley bites her lip, as though she's debating over how best to explain all of the thoughts running through her head and put exactly what she wants into words that make sense. ]

I know we've done that a lotta times — and we're real good at it, don't get me wrong, but I kinda just want... [ she draws in a breath, brow furrowing as she glances toward the bath and then back at dinah, like she's already steeling herself for rejection. ] When I say I want you in there with me, I just want you there. Nothin' else, no expectations for more, just...

[ she shrugs once, as if she's trying to play it off as a quiet ask while her voice drops to a low mumble. ] I kinda just want you to hold me.