I don't know what I've done
Who: Garrus Vakarian (
turian_honor) and OPEN to anyone who wants to berate the bad patient.
Where: The Garden
When: Midnight, sometime after Romana's Chat and Akito's Crane Presents.
Summary: Garrus is going stir-crazy cooped up in his room, and has too much on his mind to stay inside with. So, at the risk of incurring the wrath of his children, and quite possibly Shepard, should she ever find out, he takes a stroll. Except it's really more of an awkward hop-wobble thing.
Warnings: SO MUCH EMO.
Somewhere along the lines... he'd really messed up.
And it wasn't about the knee either--although the short hobble down to the garden had aggravated it more than he'd thought. If his conversation with "Scott" was anything to judge by, he'd managed to set more bridges on fire lately than he'd managed to build in his entire stay here. It had to be this place. It grated on you, left you raw in places you didn't even know you had... literally, in the case of that thing.
What was wrong with him, really? If he'd done his math correctly, he was left with... two, maybe three people he could still count on here. That wasn't anywhere near enough. He'd cut ties with Shepard, driven Romana away, managed to offend and terrify Rinali, had all but been abandoned by Allen... Never had he really considered himself a people-person, but here... in this place, where he and Wrex were outnumbered by a large margin... he suddenly found himself craving contact. Some kind. Any kind.
Just something to know he was still... here.
And then he had to shake his head at himself. He sounded like an ungrateful, whining child. Maybe, he thought, lowering himself painfully to the ground, he did deserve another punch in the face from the friendly neighborhood krogan.
turian_honor) and OPEN to anyone who wants to berate the bad patient.
Where: The Garden
When: Midnight, sometime after Romana's Chat and Akito's Crane Presents.
Summary: Garrus is going stir-crazy cooped up in his room, and has too much on his mind to stay inside with. So, at the risk of incurring the wrath of his children, and quite possibly Shepard, should she ever find out, he takes a stroll. Except it's really more of an awkward hop-wobble thing.
Warnings: SO MUCH EMO.
Somewhere along the lines... he'd really messed up.
And it wasn't about the knee either--although the short hobble down to the garden had aggravated it more than he'd thought. If his conversation with "Scott" was anything to judge by, he'd managed to set more bridges on fire lately than he'd managed to build in his entire stay here. It had to be this place. It grated on you, left you raw in places you didn't even know you had... literally, in the case of that thing.
What was wrong with him, really? If he'd done his math correctly, he was left with... two, maybe three people he could still count on here. That wasn't anywhere near enough. He'd cut ties with Shepard, driven Romana away, managed to offend and terrify Rinali, had all but been abandoned by Allen... Never had he really considered himself a people-person, but here... in this place, where he and Wrex were outnumbered by a large margin... he suddenly found himself craving contact. Some kind. Any kind.
Just something to know he was still... here.
And then he had to shake his head at himself. He sounded like an ungrateful, whining child. Maybe, he thought, lowering himself painfully to the ground, he did deserve another punch in the face from the friendly neighborhood krogan.