"Six months, Garrus," she says, and then stops, "Look... We talked about it, laid it out; it was about blowing off steam and mission-critical stress relief and— and I respect that."

Which was all true. They had laid it out. Even at the end there, when emotions ran high, and Garrus was clearly dealing with his own nerves, and issues, and they were just figuring it out— you could pass it off as the heat of the moment. They were more than just friends, they were... partners. In more than some insipid, romantic way.

"But if I'm reading you right, I'm not the only one who wants to keep this going. As more than just flirting, or blowing off steam. So... what do you say?"