Impactor had been locked on Garrus-9 about a earth year into his stay you had become his cellmate, the two of you slowly developed a relationship though keeping it on the down low due to possible punishment, the two of you never left each other's side, waiting till after lights out and all guard rotations before going to one another's berths, currently the last guard rotation was starting to end, Impactor quietly slipping from his Berth and into yours

"Scooch I need room"

A low whisper before he laid down next to you