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[thychesters]

They like spending time with one another. When she first started making her rounds it was to get to know her crew, and then it turned into realizing she genuinely enjoyed talking to these people. Maybe Garrus is, well, not quite abrasive, but he did need a few edges smoothed out a little. And he took to it—really took what she said to heart, and then she started asking questions. Got to know him. Asked how he got started with C-Sec, how long he'd been a detective for. Some are things she could have easily found by consulting files, but there was something so impersonal in that. It had thrown him at first, but he’d answered her questions with ease. 

Then they started getting a little more personal and less work related, both of them. He asked what she was humming once, and she asked for any suggestions for dumb vids to watch for a distraction. I could join you, he said, and then immediately tried to walk it back. Too forward, and then she'd tilted her head and told him to meet her at shift change. And then suddenly that found the two of them hunkered down beside the Mako with a vid she’s never heard of and one he’s started to overthink. They sit side by side, legs stretched across the floor, and she comments damn, she didn't realize how long they were compared to hers and it pulls a laugh from him.

There’s a shift to friendship, and maybe that’s the starting point, and then they reach Virmire, then Ilos. Then there’s a moment of fear when they think she’s been crushed after that fight with Saren, only for her to come crawling out of the wreckage. They celebrate after, because of course they do, and maybe he’s just this shade of having a few too many and she might regret that last shot, but she leans against him, pressed into his space that makes their shuttle bay watch party pale in comparison. He has to lean down to hear her ask Do you have any more vids? That last one was terrible. He glances at her and says You asked for something bad, you can’t complain about that and she laughs, head back and he almost reaches out to keep her steady, even if she doesn’t need him for that. 

They part ways after, for him to go back to C-Sec and her to trail across the galaxy, and he spends more time than he wants thinking he should have gone too. Movie night when I swing by the Citadel again? she sends him, and he says, Drinks are on me.

He spends two years with the three titles he had picked out for her collecting proverbial dust. He doesn’t watch them. He finds himself missing her presence and the budding ease to the friendship—the Commander too, yes, but he misses Shepard. Her memorial is nice in the way state ones are, but it misses all the nuances of who Shepard was as a person, he thinks. There’s a pack of levo beer in his fridge, and it stays there as he leaves for Omega. When he sees her again, somewhere between the haze of adrenaline and stims and preparing himself for death, a smart quip dies, choked back by the blood in his throat. He’s never seen fear on her before, and that’s what he remembers before he comes to again with Chakwas telling him to take it easy.

Shepard is different, there but not. The line of her spine is altered, same with the slant of her shoulders. She glances to him like she’s surprised to see he’s still there, and he watches the way she flits across the Normandy, relearning a ship that’s hers but isn’t. She makes her rounds but something feels just slightly off about it—like the time he moved his kitchen table a few inches to make room for a new couch and it changed the feel of his entire apartment.

He waits, until he knows this ship, until he’s certain she’s not leaving again, and then as Shepard makes her rounds toward the tail end of her shift, he says, Shepard, fingers hovering over his console. He hears her pause, the muted thud of the toe of her boot hitting the floor. She’s close enough to him still she hasn’t set off the door mechanism. He turns to find her looking back at him, twisted at the waist, and he moves to face her fully. What do you... he starts and shakes his head. She moves, both feet planted on the floor. It’s been a while since I’ve found the time to watch a bad vid and could use the company. Only if you’re free, of course. She looks at him, scars an angry and violent reminder of her being dragged back into existence, and for the first time he finds himself wanting to reach for them, to cup to the ones on her cheek and press against them until they scald his palm, too. They flex when she smiles, the first real one he's seen since Omega. Drinks are on me.

[blackfilmmakers]

[drizzledrawings]

I did it. I 100% completed Rdr2

[juicezone]

WE FOUND MY JOURNAL THAT HAD THE AGERE STORIES WRITTEN IN IT

[flockoff]

[insecquidae]

ITS TIIIIIIIME! FOR WEEEEEVIL WEDNESDAY!!!

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

4 days until the Good Omens NYCC panel! :)

[actuallysaiyan]

3 years ago, I quit smoking cigarettes with my boyfriend😄😄😄😄😄