[Shepard dreams of that and more; of the night before and drinking to the memory of a man who prayed for her sake even after he'd passed on. Meeting Garrus on the Citadel the next day feeling like shit but wanting to make them both happy for a time. Looking at him, taking him in with that confident sleekness and good humor brightening her day.
Telling him she loves him. Seeing who snipes better as a game-- missing the second bottle on purpose, just to see him get all excited and hear the giddiness in his voice. Just like a kid, just like a handful of stupid undercity Tenth Street Reds and Jane. So happy to find that ancient arcade and rebuild it, watching those young faces light up over such a thing. Such a small thing.
Shepard opens her eyes seconds after Garrus does, inhaling sharply through flaring nostrils.]
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Telling him she loves him. Seeing who snipes better as a game-- missing the second bottle on purpose, just to see him get all excited and hear the giddiness in his voice. Just like a kid, just like a handful of stupid undercity Tenth Street Reds and Jane. So happy to find that ancient arcade and rebuild it, watching those young faces light up over such a thing. Such a small thing.
Shepard opens her eyes seconds after Garrus does, inhaling sharply through flaring nostrils.]