She turns to meet his eye when he comes abreast, and a dozen protests rise up in response. She'd done quite a bit of robbing people, in the last year, actually. Dead people and Cerberus, or worse, but that didn't make it not theft. And it wasn't as if it all was completely altruistic; she liked being in charge, enjoyed buying big guns and having expensive equipment. Normandy itself was a hell of a perk, and...

...And he was so damned sure, that she couldn't really say a thing against it. How many times in her life had she depended utterly on Garrus' confidence in her earpiece, no matter how absurd his called shot? The fondness is an expanding pressure, fierce and bright behind her sternum.

After a few steps of thoughtful, trudging silence, she says only, "I love you too."