Shepard studied him as they walked - he looked like the same old Garrus. Everything about him felt right, the same way her gun felt right in her hand. The way he moved, the way he talked, everything.
But something wasn't quite right, either. He couldn't have been here for any length of time, at least, not longer than she had.
It was a relief when he finally stopped at the door of a room - she had a million questions to ask him, and she wasn't about to start discussing their personal affairs in a place where anyone could overhear them.
It wasn't about protocol or anything like that, it was just that Shepard was so used to all her decisions being public - she needed some things to stay private.
"Where were you last, before you woke up here?" she asked him. She remembered vaguely someone mentioning on her network message - something about people coming from the same universe, but being able to arrive from different points in time.
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But something wasn't quite right, either. He couldn't have been here for any length of time, at least, not longer than she had.
It was a relief when he finally stopped at the door of a room - she had a million questions to ask him, and she wasn't about to start discussing their personal affairs in a place where anyone could overhear them.
It wasn't about protocol or anything like that, it was just that Shepard was so used to all her decisions being public - she needed some things to stay private.
"Where were you last, before you woke up here?" she asked him. She remembered vaguely someone mentioning on her network message - something about people coming from the same universe, but being able to arrive from different points in time.