[It's not so dissimilar from a fight, really. Shepard is used to that kind of give-and-take— he'll pop someone's shields with a well-timed concussive blast, and she'll be there to punish their lack of protection. She knocks half a squad on their asses with a nova, and Garrus tests the limits of his rifle's heat-sink on a field made abruptly rich with likely targets.
Of course, the specifics are a little different... but she catches the gist after only a little awkwardness. She knows him, knows the cues of his body, and he's making it easy to read. Shepard finds it... strangely... easy?
Theme of her life, with Garrus. It ought to be impossible, or at least difficult, but with him it always seems to go so easily, for once. Soon she's got concentration enough to be smug about it. His hands are confident on her, and his shoulder a reliable anchor.]
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Of course, the specifics are a little different... but she catches the gist after only a little awkwardness. She knows him, knows the cues of his body, and he's making it easy to read. Shepard finds it... strangely... easy?
Theme of her life, with Garrus. It ought to be impossible, or at least difficult, but with him it always seems to go so easily, for once. Soon she's got concentration enough to be smug about it. His hands are confident on her, and his shoulder a reliable anchor.]
Damn, Garrus. You've been holding out on me.
[that smile is back.]