Steamshipping for vanillagel!
Garet is no fool. Each and every member of the group knows that. But, Garet can be a colossal idiot when he wants. He is strong yes, and he is sincere, and honest to the core. It is these same qualities, when mixed with his occasional obliviousness or failure to realise a situation, that his foolish side comes out. He may say something at the wrong time, accidentally offending one his friends, or embarrassing them beyond belief, though the chances are he does that just for fun. He'll often charge into battle without first getting to grips with the scope of a battle and be surrounded.
Garet can handle himself in a fight, there is no doubt. He is strong and his Psynergy is powerful He will fight to the last breath if he has to, never giving any ground. Often times he will become the most injured after a battle, while all the others had barely a scratch. His foolishness often serves as a guard for all of his friends, he keeps them safe. No one is really sure if he's conscious of this.
That is why, no matter how badly he gets hurt, or how much he may be brought to the brink of unconsciousness, Mia never minds staying by his side to heal him. She runs Plys through his body as she holds his hand when he rests. She gently rubs his often muddied and bloody forehead with her hand as he snoozes peacefully. Isaac or Ivan or Jenna often come into the tent or his room to check on him, make sure he was okay, or even offer to watch over him so Mia could get some rest.
The gentle healer always, always, politely refuses.
She wants to be by Garet's side when he wakes up. She loves seeing his groggy look as he wakes back up if he was knocked out. She loves the twinkle in his eyes as they finally focus enough to see her. She loves the gentle squeeze Garet gives when he does, and the silly grin he always flashes her. Her stomach always flutters happily when he smiles at her.
Minutes would pass just like that. There would be gentle squeezing of the hand, smiles, perhaps a few words. Eventually, Garet would find the strength to sit up. When he did, he would always pull Mia into the warmest hugs she would ever experience. Perhaps it was because he was a Mars Adept, or maybe it was because of his muscled frame. Mia always felt it was because it was him giving the hug though.
As he pulled out of the hug, he would smile, brushing a cerulean lock from Mia's eyes before he kissed her.
Often times, the two of them will just remain there, pretending he still needed rest.
Really… all they needed was each other.
And that's all they ever wanted.
Well, there you go.
Also, I think this is my first Steamship! SO HUZZAH!