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Leaning out of the door to her quarters, Shepard groggily looked to where Garrus now stood in front of the elevator as if her saying his name had somehow frozen him. She was tired but was busy working on paperwork and mission reports. While she wasn't technically required to do them anymore, it was her way of keeping track of what she had done and where she had been, just in case she did have to answer to someone one of these days. Shepard noted that Garrus was wearing what she assumed were some sort of night clothes, though if Shepard was to be believed Garrus never took off his armor. As he finally turned around, Shepard could tell he had

Almost two weeks had passed since the night on the Citadel, and mostly Garrus had kept to himself.  He hadn't been put on the team for missions in that time either. "You need to clear your head and think about what we talked about," Shepard had said once Garrus came back to the Nromandy, and he figured he owed her to accept her judgment without question. He needed time to catch up on the ship calibrations, anyways, and that gave him the perfect opportunity. So he stood over the control panel, checking algorithms and finely-tweaking system functions as always. Shepard always knew what she was doing. Of course Garrus thought about their fight

Shepard had been less than thrilled to see that Dr. Michel was no longer working in the clinic in the Wards, though she had been replaced by a very courteous salarian doctor who was just as skilled as she had been (though did not make as much conversation as Michel had whenever Shepard dropped in when she was in the neighborhood). Nonetheless the salarian doctor patched Shepard up with medigel and gauze alike, occasionally trying to make conversation, though mostly inquiring about where she acquired her injuries. He didn't seem too phased about her situation (the Wards had always been relatively violent), and after about an hour the salarian

Garrus watched as the turians dragged Shepard off of him and out of the bar, and even though he didn't necessarily want to admit it he didn't feel as bad as he should have as he watched the doors close behind the vehement group. Garrus used the wall to stand himself up, still feeling the sting of Shepard's punch to his scarred cheek. He shook it off, though, and stumbled to the back of the bar, though choosing instead to sit at a table against the wall rather than at the bar again. The incensed turians and humans had dissipated, so Garrus figured he would be safe to stumble back to his room in the next few minutes. He was a bit worried about

Garrus exited the elevator on the Combat Information Center, his guns and a bag slung over his back. He had gone down to the main battery and gathered the lone things he had brought with him on the ship before heading up to the CIC, ready to exit the ship for what Garrus thought was for good. As he walked past Kelly she attempted to say hello, but his blatant ignorance to her presence caused her to quiet herself as he walked past. No one else even bothered to try and greet him as he walked past. He had gotten violent with Shepard, and he didn't really know if it was the right thing to do. She had started it, but the look she had given him wh