That actually made Haruka arch an eyebrow. She was... sorry for being normal? In what sort of way did that make sense? "Michiru... that's not something you should apologise for."
It'd be like someone apologising for breathing. You couldn't change who you were, who you were destined to be. Maybe it was a little ridiculous that someone like her would believe in such a romantic notion as destiny, but she couldn't care less. She needed the escapism as much as the next person.
She gently took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss against it. "You make me more comfortable than anyone else does. This doesn't change that at all."