A/N: OP, get your toothbrush ready. Cotton candy fluffy love within, with only the smallest amount of minor angst. I hope this makes you feel better. *hugs*
"It's going to be fine, honestly. You look great."
Shepard can't help but smile when she sees Garrus painstakingly going over his image in the mirror. He's out of his element tonight, swapping the safety of his usual armor for a dignified turian-made tunic and slacks. As far as she's concerned he looks fantastic, elegant and handsome for their dinner out, but he's a bundle of nerves that she can't soothe with words alone.
"I don't know, Shepard," he tells her, critically examining the cut of his clothing, the lines of his fringe, his face. "You want to make a better impression than this when you meet an Alliance admiral. Doubly so when she's mother to the savior of the damn galaxy." Shepard walks up behind him and puts her arm around his waist, squeezes lightly, rests her head against him.
He rubs a hand over his scars and sighs, looks away from his reflection. "Especially when she's the mother of the love of your life."
"Hey," she gently scolds him, "don't get like that. Mom's going to love you. Even if you weren't the smoothest, most dashing guy around, she'd love you because I love you."
He wraps her in a hug, his scarred mandible resting on the top of her head, and takes a deep breath. A sly smile, hidden in his chest, comes over her face before she tells him, "Of course, it couldn't hurt to turn on some of that famous Vakarian charm, too. Just in case."
Suddenly finding herself pushed back to arm's length, she has to work to suppress a laugh at his horrified expression. "Just in case of what?"
"Nothing, nothing," she chuckles, "it's fine. Look, you make me happy, and that's all that matters to her. You're a shoo-in for son-in-law of the year."
His expression finally softens, and he runs his talons through her hair, takes her chin in his hand and pulls it up for a soft, chaste kiss. "Son-in-law, hmm? I think I might like the sound of that," he murmurs quietly. She says nothing, only smiles back and rubs his forearm before taking his hand in hers. His grip on her is tighter than usual, the worry still there but buttoned up for the time being. She grips right back to let him know they're a team, that they're in this together.
They're about to be running late, so they head outside and grab a skycar. Shepard lets Garrus open the door for her and tuck her into the backseat before settling in himself and directing the driver to their restaurant. Once they're on their way, she snuggles her way under his arm, curling into the space next to him where she fits perfectly.
"It's going to be fine, honestly. You look great."
Shepard can't help but smile when she sees Garrus painstakingly going over his image in the mirror. He's out of his element tonight, swapping the safety of his usual armor for a dignified turian-made tunic and slacks. As far as she's concerned he looks fantastic, elegant and handsome for their dinner out, but he's a bundle of nerves that she can't soothe with words alone.
"I don't know, Shepard," he tells her, critically examining the cut of his clothing, the lines of his fringe, his face. "You want to make a better impression than this when you meet an Alliance admiral. Doubly so when she's mother to the savior of the damn galaxy." Shepard walks up behind him and puts her arm around his waist, squeezes lightly, rests her head against him.
He rubs a hand over his scars and sighs, looks away from his reflection. "Especially when she's the mother of the love of your life."
"Hey," she gently scolds him, "don't get like that. Mom's going to love you. Even if you weren't the smoothest, most dashing guy around, she'd love you because I love you."
He wraps her in a hug, his scarred mandible resting on the top of her head, and takes a deep breath. A sly smile, hidden in his chest, comes over her face before she tells him, "Of course, it couldn't hurt to turn on some of that famous Vakarian charm, too. Just in case."
Suddenly finding herself pushed back to arm's length, she has to work to suppress a laugh at his horrified expression. "Just in case of what?"
"Nothing, nothing," she chuckles, "it's fine. Look, you make me happy, and that's all that matters to her. You're a shoo-in for son-in-law of the year."
His expression finally softens, and he runs his talons through her hair, takes her chin in his hand and pulls it up for a soft, chaste kiss. "Son-in-law, hmm? I think I might like the sound of that," he murmurs quietly. She says nothing, only smiles back and rubs his forearm before taking his hand in hers. His grip on her is tighter than usual, the worry still there but buttoned up for the time being. She grips right back to let him know they're a team, that they're in this together.
They're about to be running late, so they head outside and grab a skycar. Shepard lets Garrus open the door for her and tuck her into the backseat before settling in himself and directing the driver to their restaurant. Once they're on their way, she snuggles her way under his arm, curling into the space next to him where she fits perfectly.
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