So she was vas Normandy now. It was something to be proud of, she was sure of it, but something in the pit of her stomach was still not at ease with this. It had been a slow drift away from the flotilla, she'd thought, but now perhaps it was much faster than she'd assumed. She was sure that it seemed strange, her being on the Crew deck -- but
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He'd be able to tell that she was watching him steadily as he spoke. He sounded so -- genuine. Tali couldn't help the impulse she had until it was too late to stop it -- she wrapped her arms around him as best she could with his bulky armour and held on for a moment before stepping back awkwardly, bringing a hand to tug on the edge of her headdress.
"I ... won't. Thanks, Garrus. I missed you and your horrible jokes. At least you give good advice." Like many other quarians, she'd been pressured from childhood to act more mature than her age might have suggested she could. It was necessary for the survival of the flotilla. That also meant that physical touch wasn't something her father was ... well-versed in. It didn't mean she didn't crave it.
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Which was why he was mildly surprised that holding Tali was easier than he’d thought. She was tiny in his arms and yet one of their strongest crew. Even in the wake of the politics of it, Garrus was glad she was staying. He stepped back, tapping her affectionately on the shoulder. “And I missed you complaining about nutritional paste and then refusing to try turian food because it was beneath you.” He swept a hand over the control console and the lit up with math cascades all over again. “Let’s get this done then go say ‘hi’ to Joker. That VI is causing him all kinds of grief apparently…”
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Tali snorted. "All right, all right ... let's go save Joker from the AI. I'm not surprised it's giving him trouble." She had ... problems with an AI on the ship.
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