It was true that Garrus had not expected to see the Commander ever again. That hope had dwindled over the last two years. But, the second he saw them, he knew. He wasn’t a fool. He recognized exactly who was rushing across the bridge.

“I thought you were dead,” he drawled, already exhausted, dropping the helmet on a counter. He’d been holed up in the building for a few days now, fighting off the gangs he had angered. It was impressive, really; managing to piss off all of them at once. Eclipse, Blood Pack, and of course, the Blue Suns. Sometimes he wondered just what he’d gotten himself into.

“You’ll forgive the concussive shots, I hope. I didn’t want anyone to suspect you. Trust me, if I wanted to take more than just your shields out, I would have.”

He was relieved, though his exhaustion didn’t much show it. His armor was quite littered with bullet holes though, luckily, they didn’t seem to penetrate. It was good to see a familiar face. Especially one he knew he could trust. One he had sorely missed.