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Garrus knew he was over her.
He knew this the instant he checked his omnitool's inbox for the seventy-sixth time within the hour. It had been five months and fourteen days since Shepard had gone back to Earth to be tried, which meant it had been five months and fourteen days since he last saw her face. Every day he hoped to hear something from her. A message, a news vid, a winged pyjak with a note attached to its leg, anything. Garrus would prefer anything to this unbearable silence. It felt too much like the silence that had ensued after the Normandy went down over Alchera, which Garrus never liked to remember.
They had never spoken about that night in her cabin before the suicide mission. Passing glances and small smiles had been exchanged as they passed through the hallways of the Normandy, but even those had been short-lived. Soon after the suicide mission, Garrus had been shipped back to Palaven and was given the title of "Reaper Advisor" a few months later. The title was just a formality. Without Shepard, Garrus didn't know a whole lot about Reapers at all. She had been the one to see the beacon on Eden Prime, the one that Sovereign had spoken to exclusively. Sure, Garrus had some experience with Reapers, but Shepard's record with them blew his completely away. He had sent her countless messages with questions he dare not ask anyone else on Palaven. Messages that had never received a reply.
Garrus' visor read 3:26 AM. He sighed and rolled over, swinging his legs over the side and sitting up. There was no way he would be getting sleep tonight, not since this change of mind had come over him.
Could he really be over her? Garrus had dated other Turians before Shepard (Hell, was he even really dating Shepard? He didn't know what to call it), but none had quite measured up to her. Shepard was—
He stopped. Don't do this to yourself. You're over her. Remember?
Garrus pulled his mandibles in close to his face and took in a deep breath. He quickly stood up and crossed the room to his desk, which was littered with pieces of a disassembled sniper rifle that Shepard had given him last December for some weird human holiday. He couldn't remember what it was called, but it had something to do with trees and flying animals. He shook the memory out of his head and turned back to the task at hand—putting his armour on and preparing for the day. Reports were still coming in about Reapers in Batarian space, which Garrus probably had to deal with. An early start to the day would take his mind off of Shepard, at the very least.
Like he said, he was over her. Totally.