Her expression softens and her shoulders fall.

'You're not different, though, are you? You're still the same Gene Hunt who grabbed my breast the first day we met. I just know more about you, now. I know why you're the most immature, stubborn, misogynistic, reckless,' she's starting to grin proper by now, 'and the bravest man I've ever known.'

'You died for us, Gene, in a very literal way.'