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Garrus wouldn't usually describe himself as the sentimental touchy-feely sort of guy. But goddammit Shepard really brought it out of him. The night started simple enough, Shepard was up in his cabin, working himself to the bone, writing reports and answering emails. Garrus decided that it was for the best that he went up there, to at least get Shepard to take a break. When he got up there he saw his friend (friend? Boyfriend? friends who kiss?) hunched over his desk, seemingly too distracted by whatever he was writing to notice the door opening. Garrus shook his shoulder to get his attention and the sight he saw when Shepard turned to him made his heart hurt. His normally vibrant green eyes were dull and tired and he was sporting some serious bags under his eyes. The energy that normally could be seen through Shepards bright smile was just gone. He was exhausted.
He wanted to say something smart, something that would get Shepard to laugh or smile or something. But instead, he pulled him out of his chair, and wrapped his arms around him. Shepard seemed to sink into the hug, saying something incomprehensible into Garrus' shoulder. Garrus hugged the man tight and lightly scratched his talons on the back of Shepards head, just trying to do something for the man. Eventually he pulled back and cupped Shepards head in his hands and knocked his forehead lightly against Shepards.
"Come on Shep, lets get you into something to sleep in," Garrus said. He helped Shepard undress and tried to find him something comfortable to wear, but Shepard refused and sleeping clothes, just staying in his underwear and dropping himself onto the bed. Garrus fixed Shepards blankets (seriously how does this man sleep like this?) and stood awkwardly next to the bed as the man got comfortable. He finally decided he was just going to leave, go back to his own bunk and ignore how fast his heart was beating. He was halfway to the door when he heard a quiet "Don't go." He turned and Shepard was looking at him with those eyes, and fuck he was hooked. He pulled off his clothes and slipped into bed next to Shepard, immediately being pulled into the humans arms. Shepard's face was laying on his chest, his arms wrapped around his torso. Garrus belatedly decided he should probably put his arms around Shepard as well, and awkwardly moved his arms to the other mans back.
Garrus was about to close his eyes when he heard Shepard say "I like having you here. With me." Garrus felt his face heat up and his heart beat even faster. He liked having Garrus here? With Shepard? Did he mean in like a 'I like having you in my bed so we can fuck' type of way, or in a 'I like having you here in my bed so we can act like a normal couple' way? Spirits Garrus was going to have a heart attack. He loked down at the man sleeping on his chest and saw that his breathing had evened out, and little snores were coming out of his mouth. Fucking adorable. He looked so peaceful while he was asleep, so unlike the man he normally saw in his day to day. Shepard out in the real world was focused, he was a tech genius and a seriously good shot. He kept the crew morale up and made sure everyone was working on the task at hand. He helped everyone, no matter how small the problem was. He never had anything bad to say to anyone, even if everyone knew they deserved it. Shepard was reserved, choosing to focus on everyone but himself, and he had the look of a man who was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But Shepard right now, Shepard with Garrus was so relaxed. He was the most beautiful man Garrus had ever seen. Garrus reached a talon up, lightly tracing the scar on Shepards face, careful not to wake the sleeping man up. His heart felt like it was going to burst.
When Shepard woke up, the spot next to him was empty. He felt a wave of disappointment go through him, but he smiled, knowing that this was a step closer for the two. Maybe he should stay up late more often.