There is, predictably, a token grumble when he has to crawl out from the warm space into the significantly cooler one. But that's it. Just a token complaint that doesn't last for more than a couple heartbeats. Then he's in motion, and everything is working smoothly - the machine of experience kicking in and making sure he has the steps all nailed down.

Just like before, he's got her back. Following in her footsteps. At some points during the hike, his shadow falls over her, and he likes to think somehow, that's helpful. He really doesn't mind the heat, doesn't mind the march. And during the checkpoints, the drop offs, he's lurking in the background, adding a polite nod here and there. It softens the blunt, sharp edges of Shepard's social interactions. Just a bit.

Not that he's complaining about that. He likes it. Likes the no-nonsense.

And maybe casually shoulder the majority of the extra food and water ration. It just makes sense. He's bigger, his stride is longer. Load him up.

"What, no lingering for a nice summer vacation? I thought you wanted to get tan."

Garrus Vakarian you shit.