He lines up shot after shot. Following and blasting the stones Koby throws, one after another. Like a machine. Like calibrating. Every movement swift, precise. He doesn't miss.
"But I think you're a little past the... adolescent hormone phase."
That's teasing. That's a joke. Because despite everything, Garrus still resorts to that sort of thing when he's not entirely at ease. When he doesn't know what else to say. When he knows exactly how that feels.
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He lines up shot after shot. Following and blasting the stones Koby throws, one after another. Like a machine. Like calibrating. Every movement swift, precise. He doesn't miss.
"But I think you're a little past the... adolescent hormone phase."
That's teasing. That's a joke. Because despite everything, Garrus still resorts to that sort of thing when he's not entirely at ease. When he doesn't know what else to say. When he knows exactly how that feels.