[Thank whatever deities exist that he has something to do while this conversation happens. Keep dancing. Focus on the steps. On the visual and physical cues. Somehow, that makes this whole conversation easier to manage. Like someone keeping their hands busy in times of stress.]

[He turns her, as indicated.]

I uh. Thanks. I'm - still sort of adjusting to it. It's not like we weren't interested. Just things happening. A war happening.

[Stop rambling, Garrus. Stop.]

More than six months. Doesn't sound like too much, out of context.