a message from @solesoldier: meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me. / for garrus <3
garrus immediately cants into where shepard stands, nose bumping against her temple as his eyes close. the tall turian doesn't fully lean into her form from behind (she's sturdy for a human, but he still worries), but he does give her the presence of his touch, the safety it brings, and the sound of his breathing close by. something purrs in his subvocals. eyes still closed, garrus gives the intimate conversation a few peaceful seconds of merciful silence before ruining it with his not-so-poetic responses. "i feel the same way." he tries. he really does try to give shepard the same fluttery feelings, the same lovestruck sensations she often gives him, but garrus is a soldier, not a poet. sometimes the pretty words stick to the roof of his mouth as he attempts to get them out. "i didn't realize that day in the presidium would mean so much to me. then our encounter in the clinic with dr. michel... who knew that would bring us to a place like this?"
still standing slightly behind her, garrus allows himself a bold move or two and places a hand on her side. it's simple enough to not draw attention to them on the citadel — no one will notice or care to see the seven foot tall turian leaned against the commander of the normandy — but it's more meaningful than any of his words, and better at conveying how he feels than any attempt at misplaced dialogue. garrus always longs to show how much he cares... and touch, he realizes, is his favorite method of doing so. he nuzzles into her temple. he purrs. he chuffs. he keeps his eyes shut and listens to the human woman beside him as she breathes. "we're gonna get out of this mess," he tells her after a while, "and no matter what happens in the end, i'll be with you." careful not to catch her jaw on his mandible, the turian tilts his head towards her. "all that reach and flexibilty talk sure got us somewhere, didn't it."
