[There's a change in her expression because as much as she had already said that this mission was going to require different kinds of talent, she hadn't committed to the idea that he'd be going to.

Risking her life and him risking his were two different things. Plus, there was a good chance she wouldn't be the one watching his back.

She gives his hands a squeeze, because he's basically the reason that this place really became home, or if not that, somewhere she wanted to stay. She knew she'd probably outlive him a thousand times over, since they sure as hell were both coming home from this in one piece, but that didn't matter right now.]

I love you too, Andrew. You've given me something I never thought I could even have, you know that? We're coming home, together, because I'm sure as hell not ready to give that up.