She didn’t doubt it, and the affectionate way she said it made her give a small smile for the first time that night. Being carried up the stairs went great lengths as well to calming her down. They had fought and terribly so, but Moira was still here. Was it possible that they could find their way through the mud of the past and the parts of each other that they didn’t agree with and still find common ground? She felt a little bit of hope makes its way through her. They were always stronger together. It was like Zenyatta had told her about Yin and Yang. They were the balance that the other needed.

She had no ability at all to seal any of those thoughts with physical affection but when Moira turned to get her pajamas she reached out to grab her hand and turn her around again.

“I wanted you. Back then. I didn’t know how to ask and I was too stubborn to let you know just how much. I don’t understand everything you do and I’ll continue to fight with you in order to keep you from going over the edge and doing something I know you’ll regret.” Her eyes looked up her and the anger was completely gone. Her heart still felt heavy and she was raw from the emotional battle that had just raged, but she felt the love too. “I am trying to believe that you have your reasons for being with Talon, I think some of them may revolve around Gabriel, but whatever they are I need you to know that I have faith in you. I don’t trust Talon, but I trust you.” She took a deep breath. “I love you.”