{Darude Sandstorm Intensifies}

[thearchangel]

Who: Garrus Vakarian & Open To All
When: March
Where: Cadens + Horizon
What: Catch all comedy for March and the prelude!
Warnings: None - will warn in thread headers if necessary


Happy to throw up a custom starter if anyone would like! | redfirelight | Cadens Starters | Horizon Starter

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[thearchangel]

"No, of course not. No way he toughed it out on the crumbs and crackers the engineering staff left be--" Nope, he can't. He's wheezing too hard, his head drooping to lean against hers. Helplessly laughing.

"Sorry - I'm sorry. It just..." In the face of everything. The weirdness, the icy weather, the fact they're here. It hit him in a way he hadn't expected.

"Oh don't say that, you're going to set me off again."

[earthborn]

Shepard makes a face, but it can't last; he bends down, pressing the breath of his laughter against her hair and shoulders and she lets go of the grumbling with just a little reluctance. She's right, after all.

But better than shouting about people who wouldn't remember or likely care even if they could hear her, is the weight of him against her, temple and cheek.

"Laugh it up, Vakarian," He apologizes, or tries to, and so she reaches up and back, to cup his head at the back and hold onto to him, bring him closer as the hysteria subsides, "You alright?"

[thearchangel]

It's nice. To stand here like this, in the middle of a warship, with the war miles, and universes away. He won't give voice to those thoughts - not for a while. But he'd seen the weight of it wear her down, seen the strain push her places that worried him. Here... at least, the fights never felt so daunting.

Here, at least, there were times you could just lean into someone, hold on, and know they'd be there the next day.

"Right now?" he asks instead of an answer. His voice is that low pitched hum in air and bone. "I'm more than all right."