[There's so much more to say, but the last thing going on will do is fix matters. Garrus shuts up and follows her in silence. The silence continues as she pulls stuff out and then offers the bottle to him.
Garrus takes it, not even really looking at the label. Why now? But it reminds him of something he's been holding on to for a while and just hasn't had the chance to give it to her. ...And won't, yet. It would seem too much like a cheap gesture. Later. Later, when he can grab it and bring her over and there's nothing hanging over their heads, and please let them have that day.]
There are even a couple of people here that can drink it now. Plus I've got some of the nice neutral-chirality wine. Could make an evening of it, one of these days.
[His voice isn't as casual as he'd like it to be, making the sentence more into a question than a statement as his eyes search hers. They're not Commander and officer anymore, but they could still keep the other part of what they had, if she's willing.]
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Garrus takes it, not even really looking at the label. Why now? But it reminds him of something he's been holding on to for a while and just hasn't had the chance to give it to her. ...And won't, yet. It would seem too much like a cheap gesture. Later. Later, when he can grab it and bring her over and there's nothing hanging over their heads, and please let them have that day.]
There are even a couple of people here that can drink it now. Plus I've got some of the nice neutral-chirality wine. Could make an evening of it, one of these days.
[His voice isn't as casual as he'd like it to be, making the sentence more into a question than a statement as his eyes search hers. They're not Commander and officer anymore, but they could still keep the other part of what they had, if she's willing.]