[He feels his shoulder move nearer to hers. Feels his hand curl around hers. It's grounding. Even though it feels as real as the touch in the dream had.]
[It sounds so stupid to him. Now, with Shepard wanting to hear his crazy little fantasy. But she wants to hear it.]
[So out it comes -- the car ride. The Presidium. Shooting bottles. Him winning and celebrating like a giddy teenage idiot. But his voice falters, eventually, and there is a sudden, quiet tension in his shoulders.]
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[It sounds so stupid to him. Now, with Shepard wanting to hear his crazy little fantasy. But she wants to hear it.]
[So out it comes -- the car ride. The Presidium. Shooting bottles. Him winning and celebrating like a giddy teenage idiot. But his voice falters, eventually, and there is a sudden, quiet tension in his shoulders.]
... And I... we talked. About... us.