“Garrus! What are you doing here?”
“Just keeping my skills sharp… A little target practice.”
breathing you in when I want you out
finding our truth in a hope of doubt
lying inside our quiet drama [x]
Hira snapped to a salute as her guest entered the apartment. “Sir.”
stop me if you’ve heard this one
a commander walks into a bar
‘looks like garrus isn’t here yet,’ shepard says, pulling up a seat to start drinking alone
‘i assume you would not be opposed to company?’ says the drell as he takes a quiet seat next to the soldier.
‘shepard-commander,’ comes a robotic chirp from nearby.
the commander begins to look, but the motion is interrupted when the dark-haired woman takes the opposite seat.
‘ready for me to drink you under the table, skipper?’ she challenges. ‘seem to remember you owing me one.’
‘overconsumption inadvisable, but suppose can make exception just this once,’ the salarian says, brandishing a bottle. ‘celebratory purposes perfect excuse.’
‘it’s good to have friends in high places, isn’t it shepard?’ says the admiral.
something they can all agree to toast to while they wait.