[If she had eyes, right now she would close them. Shepard has to settle for subconsciously softening the line of tension in her jaw, reaching for his hand, finding Garrus' knuckles and touching them hesitantly.
When she'd suffocated, out there in the great vacuum of space, the first thing to go had been her vision. Even then it wasn't this yawning absence of light or sensation; it had been stars of her very own, exploding and winking out while air escaped her suit's reserves.
It's hard not to think of that, and her grip tightens anxiously around the curve of his hand. She turns her head slightly to press her lips into his palm, dry but urgent.]
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When she'd suffocated, out there in the great vacuum of space, the first thing to go had been her vision. Even then it wasn't this yawning absence of light or sensation; it had been stars of her very own, exploding and winking out while air escaped her suit's reserves.
It's hard not to think of that, and her grip tightens anxiously around the curve of his hand. She turns her head slightly to press her lips into his palm, dry but urgent.]