Teaser for the current Osteogenesis Chapter in the works

It’s shocking to find the living room empty and vidscreen silent of any weird show the twins have found to confuse their parents with.  She hasn’t really checked the time yet, so it’s safe to assume that the two are still eating whatever their father has managed to make without – as the lack of smoke would indicate – burning to an unrecognizable crisp.  Shocking, to say the least, but it’s either that or the twins are eating another bowl of that disgusting, overly sugary cereal they’ve loved since they could demand it.  She isn’t all that surprised to find the twins at the table with bowls of that very thing set out before them.  Garrus isn’t that great of a cook, so perhaps it’s for the best that he give them something familiar and lacking any possibility of tasting like charcoal.

She walks up to where Garrus stands at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of that shit that she can’t believe he likes.  With his back to her, he doesn’t see her coming, but she’s sure he hears her as he always does, because she’s able to wrap her arms around his waist without startling that panicky thing left deep in the dark recesses of him thanks to all the shit they’ve seen and lived through.  Though not exactly the same for turians as humans, PTSD can still be a bitch.  They both feel that festering wound, live in companionship in the wastes it often leaves behind.

She hums as she lays her cheek against his clothed back, nuzzling him and feeling his rumbling chuckle vibrate against her.  In response, she squeezes him and smiles.  “I can’t believe you can eat that shit,” she says softly, devoid of any real disgust as she relaxes her arms enough to splay her hands across the plates resting just above his sensitive waist.

“It’s good.”  She snorts at his defense and he lays a hand over hers.  “And, besides, some of what you eat looks like it crawled out of something at some point.”