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Chapter Twenty Seven: What They Miss
Traynor has been watching Shepard since the moment she stepped foot on the Normandy. Her eyes shift in hesitant strokes along the commander's back, her lips parted as though to speak but it is only ever a choked gasp of air that leaves her.
Liara has been watching the commander for even longer. She has perfected the gaze of the invisible lover, her eyes marking paths her hands have longed to trace for years.
They keep quiet. They keep distant. They keep drowning.
As their eyes linger always on Shepard, neither of them sees what they miss.
Namely, each other.