"Spirits... if you really do exist... please, watch over them. Let me see them again."
Shepard hesitated in the doorway, silent until Garrus glanced over his shoulder. She stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "Sorry... I didn't mean to overhear."
He turned away, though didn't dislodge her hand. "It's all right. I... wasn't expecting to get any contact... you know, tried not to get my hopes up... and now..." He bowed his head, fingers clenching. "Hell, Shepard, I don't know if hearing from my dad was a good thing..."
"Hey..." Sliding her hand down his arm, she squeezed the fist his hand had become. "Right now, they're alive. It's more than you had before."
"I know... just... I'm so worried."
She let his hand go in order to step closer to him, wrap her arms around his waist."They're your family. You're allowed to worry."
He let out a long, slow sigh, then turned in her arms to wrap his around her in turn, bowing his head once again, this time to be closer to her. "All the problems in the galaxy, and you still have time to try to make me feel better."
She nuzzled under his chin. "If I ever don't have time for you, either dump me or assume I'm dead... always lean towards the latter."
A little chuckle was her reward for the joke. "Noted, but I assumed you were dead before and you came back from it. How am I supposed to know what stops you?"
"Hm... good point." She tilted her head, kissing just above his right mandible. "It would probably take a hell of an army."
He held her close for a while, and seemed better. She knew the worries and fears would still be there after this.
But so would she.