"Fair enough." She shrugged. "The only other way is long lost twin sister. Which I don’t think is very likely. Which makes you a clone. Which would be bad…"
The smirk grew across her lips, until she couldn’t contain the short laugh for the other’s words. “You haven’t been around very long, have you?” She crossed her arms as she spoke, regarding the other a moment with an unreadable expression. “Somebody, somewhere, fucked up royally. There are multiples of us all around, now. Multiples of some of the others, too. Liara. Grunt. Garrus. It just.. happened. Most of us are in different timelines.
"You just.. kind of get used to it." And then she shrugged, as if it were as simple as that.
His steps are careful but practiced as he moves her into the cabin, his lips still locked with hers. Hands, splayed across her back keep her steady as the door shuts behind him and he finally breaks away just to smile at her.
“How’s my favorite woman?”
He walks them back and she knows his steps well. Their kiss doesn’t break, and she manages to step back with him, arms wrapping around his neck as she lets everything else cease to exist for a few long minutes.
When they break, she finds he’s smiling too. Good. “So, so much better now.
"How are you, handsome?"
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