Re: The Advantages of Hospital Beds 2.2/?
anonymous
October 6 2014, 05:53:28 UTC
Then, his father whips off his glove and, with infinite and unexpected tenderness, runs a hand down his face. “I am sorry, Garrus.”
“I have failed, as your father.” The door opens, but he ignores it as his father traces the colony markings on his face. “I must have, to make it so easy for you to turn your back on your heritage and your people.”
His father's voice shakes as his fingers dart down his mandibles, chasing the thin lines of Cipritine. “I cannot keep you from making a mistake. When you are done chasing ridiculous fantasies, you know where to find me.”
His father doesn't wait for his reply, but instead abruptly turns heel and leaves, pausing only to utter a short and perfunctory “Commander.” to the new arrival in the room.
Shepard sashays over to the small chair and his side and grabs one of his too-large hands, threading their fingers together after a few seconds of struggle. He stares down at it, memorizes the layout: his thumb, hers and the finger she has next to it, his middle, her middle, the rest of hers, then his smallest.
“Ouch,” She says. “Your dad didn't take the whole spectre thing well.”
“Yeah.” He coughs. “Knew he wouldn't.”
“Hmm.” She squeezes his fingers and he squeezes back, enjoying the sensation.
Neither says anything for a moment, and his heart falls. He wants to be with her, but he knows that she might not want him. Knowing that there's a good chance that you might die makes lots of people do crazy things - like have sex with their best friend. There's every chance that she won't want him now that they're both going to live another day.
Her face - thoughtful, neither sad nor happy - betrays nothing, so he waits for a sign.
“I'm sorry,” she says, finally. “If, if you want to...”
“No.” He coughs. “I've spent my entire life failing to live up to his expectations. This...This is the first thing that I want to do for me.”
“I have failed, as your father.” The door opens, but he ignores it as his father traces the colony markings on his face. “I must have, to make it so easy for you to turn your back on your heritage and your people.”
His father's voice shakes as his fingers dart down his mandibles, chasing the thin lines of Cipritine. “I cannot keep you from making a mistake. When you are done chasing ridiculous fantasies, you know where to find me.”
His father doesn't wait for his reply, but instead abruptly turns heel and leaves, pausing only to utter a short and perfunctory “Commander.” to the new arrival in the room.
Shepard sashays over to the small chair and his side and grabs one of his too-large hands, threading their fingers together after a few seconds of struggle. He stares down at it, memorizes the layout: his thumb, hers and the finger she has next to it, his middle, her middle, the rest of hers, then his smallest.
“Ouch,” She says. “Your dad didn't take the whole spectre thing well.”
“Yeah.” He coughs. “Knew he wouldn't.”
“Hmm.” She squeezes his fingers and he squeezes back, enjoying the sensation.
Neither says anything for a moment, and his heart falls. He wants to be with her, but he knows that she might not want him. Knowing that there's a good chance that you might die makes lots of people do crazy things - like have sex with their best friend. There's every chance that she won't want him now that they're both going to live another day.
Her face - thoughtful, neither sad nor happy - betrays nothing, so he waits for a sign.
“I'm sorry,” she says, finally. “If, if you want to...”
“No.” He coughs. “I've spent my entire life failing to live up to his expectations. This...This is the first thing that I want to do for me.”
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