Chances (F!Shep x Garrus romance) Ch4

"Why is Shepard taking such a long shower?" Garrus asked himself, rocking back and forth in the office chair.  He looked around the room as his nerves slowly unraveled.  He was so cocksure when he entered, but as the minutes ticked on, they chipped away at his confidence.  Would he just seem like a turian that couldn't take a hint or take 'no' for an answer?  Would she be annoyed at seeing him?  Waiting for her to come out of the shower was a painful process and he was desperate to find a way to occupy himself before he convinced himself to walk out of her room without her ever knowing he was there.  He got up from the chair and walked over to her aquarium, eying the fish and counting how many there were.  There weren't many, but what fish did occupy the tank were rather large and all very exotic.  Given the space to grow, they did.  

A soft noise caught Garrus's attention.  He looked around the room, curious of its source and reason.  Shepard was still out of sight and not a single word from EDI.  The noise swelled into music and the turian found himself tapping a foot along to the beat of the music.  Sighing, he turned around and leaned back against the fish tank, staring at the bathroom entrance.  After a few songs, the constant humming of the shower ceased and suddenly, he found himself excited and nervous.  'Maybe I should leave.  No, sit back down?  Turn back to the fish.'  He was jittery, looking around the room and trying to figure what the best thing he could do would be.  This was so unlike him, and he knew it.  It was as if he could see himself behaving like an idiot and could do nothing about it.

Aggressively, Garrus shook his head and forced his hesitation and uncertainty away with a low, frustrated growl.  He was here and he wasn't leaving until they'd talked.  The turian pushed himself off the aquarium and walked over to Shepard's bed, stopping for a moment and looking at her discarded armor.  What would she come out wearing?  He continued to the mattress and sat down on it, patting it with his hands and testing the cushioning.  The bed was soft and accepting, unlike most of the firm beds around the ship.  "She's really got it made in here," he mused to himself, slightly envious.  But he wouldn't want this room to himself; he'd rather share it with her any day.  Lying back, he closed his eyes and relaxed.  Whatever happened tonight, he would leave with a clear mind.