Garrus hadn't actually thought of it that way yet, but that's kind of how it is, isn't it?
He scowled bitterly, glad that his back was to her. He knew that there were soldiers dying on Menae; countless millions dead or struggling to survive down on Palaven. The sight of his homeworld burning was seared into his memory, and now he was just gone. He knew Earth was faring no better and on top of that she was Commander Shepard. Whatever she'd been dealing with prior to ending up here had to have been exponentially worse.
And speaking of worse, thinking about all of that only served to make him feel even more guilty about the way he'd reacted to her. Maybe that really was just common human behaviour given the situation. Wars. Mysterious kidnappings. You know. Things like that. Though the last time they'd had a reunion it had been after an even longer a gap and nothing like that at all..
Of course, their relationship back then when she'd shown up unexpectedly on Omega miraculously back from the dead, was quite a bit.. different.
He was cautious as he lead her around corners on the way back to the room, having plenty of reasons to have his visor at work, seeking out any foreign heat signatures in the area that they might encounter. He knew she'd be wary and they really ought to avoid anyone getting punched, shot, or worse because someone surprised them and they were paranoid.
"I haven't been here long. Most of that time was spent waiting in that little room until they were sufficiently satisfied that I wasn't really going to unload one clip's worth of slugs into that door. Tempting as it was. The rest of the time I've spent in this room.. taking inventory. Checking over my gear. Trying to figure out what the hell is going on here.."
He climbed the stairs, having to count doorways to remember which one it was.
"All I know is I'd gone to grab a little rack time while I could spare it and the next thing I know, here I am. Locked up and two guns short. Damn good ones too, Shepard."
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Garrus hadn't actually thought of it that way yet, but that's kind of how it is, isn't it?
He scowled bitterly, glad that his back was to her. He knew that there were soldiers dying on Menae; countless millions dead or struggling to survive down on Palaven. The sight of his homeworld burning was seared into his memory, and now he was just gone. He knew Earth was faring no better and on top of that she was Commander Shepard. Whatever she'd been dealing with prior to ending up here had to have been exponentially worse.
And speaking of worse, thinking about all of that only served to make him feel even more guilty about the way he'd reacted to her. Maybe that really was just common human behaviour given the situation. Wars. Mysterious kidnappings. You know. Things like that. Though the last time they'd had a reunion it had been after an even longer a gap and nothing like that at all..
Of course, their relationship back then when she'd shown up unexpectedly on Omega miraculously back from the dead, was quite a bit.. different.
He was cautious as he lead her around corners on the way back to the room, having plenty of reasons to have his visor at work, seeking out any foreign heat signatures in the area that they might encounter. He knew she'd be wary and they really ought to avoid anyone getting punched, shot, or worse because someone surprised them and they were paranoid.
"I haven't been here long. Most of that time was spent waiting in that little room until they were sufficiently satisfied that I wasn't really going to unload one clip's worth of slugs into that door. Tempting as it was. The rest of the time I've spent in this room.. taking inventory. Checking over my gear. Trying to figure out what the hell is going on here.."
He climbed the stairs, having to count doorways to remember which one it was.
"All I know is I'd gone to grab a little rack time while I could spare it and the next thing I know, here I am. Locked up and two guns short. Damn good ones too, Shepard."