[ Wash understands that more than most -- which is why he's never really thought to question how Miles finds in it in him to fight for Barrayar after all the shit it's put him through, to clearly think so highly of his grandfather after all that he does. There's more than loyalty, there. There's love. ]

It twists, it changes, means different things to different people. Not that love is all that different, I guess, but. [ A half-shrug, glancing back at Miles again with a slightly helpless kind of smile. He's a big fucking sap in some ways, too. ] That's the best I got, I guess. My word on my love for the people I care about. For my friends.