[His expression falls when she mentions being more compatible, as if they somehow had been less so before, and while he logically understands what she means, it still stings. Even after all this time, a long time since she saw herself as so separate from others that she lived in a stable, she still feels like there are gulfs between them that she has to bridge.

He picks her up again, but doesn't twirl her, hooking his arms under her legs to bring their faces close.]

You were already perfect as you are, you know. Changing for a mission is one thing, but don't ever feel like you have to do it for me.

[Unless she wanted to, of course, but listing it in the same breath as her mission objectives makes it sound an awful lot like another obligation.]