"I use that thing as stress relief - You're my girlfriend. I'm not going to use you..."

That feels weird to say, even if he means it positively. He calibrates that stupid thing to take his mind away from here, from remembering the war, from everything that isn't numbers. Shepard takes his mind away in other ways, but... she's different. She's a person, love of his life. Not a tool.

Or maybe this is just another one of his bad metaphors.

But it's something better to chew over while he slogs through the snow instead of how much he hates the cold. How much he hates snow. Why can't they go through something nice? Like the sandstorms in Cadens! Or thresher maw territory. Or -

Then they're stumbling. He has an arm out to grasp at something to steady himself, finding Shepard's familiar armor under his hand. Of course, they go from worse to just merely bad. And he hopes the person in the other Domain isn't someone he likes - that'd just be rude.

"... Well, shit." That's honestly all he can think to say when he sees the clouds. "That can't be anything good."