Garrus holds up a hand to calm the commander down. “Shepard. I uhn- I know I reacted kind of badly.” That’s an understatement. He takes in her blush, and her embarrassment mixed with her harsh words makes him stumble. “I rather enjoyed it. But if you didn’t we can ah- pretend that it never happened.” Spirits, it might be the death of him. But if that’s what she wanted…
“… You did?” As his words processed, she expected some form of relief to wash over her, but nothing of the sort happened, rather, her face became hotter, breathing heavier, heart rate faster. Desperately, she tried to calm herself by brushing that one strand of hair out of her face, but it did nothing for her. “Because, uh, I rather enjoyed it–Um, too.” Shepard was stumbling, but she was pleasantly surprised that any words actually came out. A small victory.
