Oh you know we're gonna pay for this; nobody's gonna believe we can dance.
[She'd have laughed at it anyways, but his confidence is an infectious delight; much as she loves his awkwardness, and humor, this side of Garrus is a definite favorite. But then, she's always been attracted to competence— and who doesn't love a man willing to put in the effort?
He whirls her around and she goes willingly, caught up in the balance of his hand in hers, and the rhythm of the moment. The band has picked up speed— it's still not a tango, but it's probably the best they could hope for. Shepard steps back in and for the next few minutes it continues like that— light and movement and the warmth of his hands, perfect, and she loves him. They are alive, and the stars are above them, and just for tonight, there's no lingering darkness or memory of blood-wet stone.]
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[She'd have laughed at it anyways, but his confidence is an infectious delight; much as she loves his awkwardness, and humor, this side of Garrus is a definite favorite. But then, she's always been attracted to competence— and who doesn't love a man willing to put in the effort?
He whirls her around and she goes willingly, caught up in the balance of his hand in hers, and the rhythm of the moment. The band has picked up speed— it's still not a tango, but it's probably the best they could hope for. Shepard steps back in and for the next few minutes it continues like that— light and movement and the warmth of his hands, perfect, and she loves him. They are alive, and the stars are above them, and just for tonight, there's no lingering darkness or memory of blood-wet stone.]