[Garrus didn't know what to say. Was there anything he could say? After he'd spent so much time celebrating the fact that his father and sister had made it off his own burning planet, anything he could potentially come up with just seemed so trite and empty. Platitudes, tired, useless and worn out over the months, weren't going to do a damn thing for Joker's guilt.]
[So Garrus settled for putting an arm around the pilot's shoulders instead, not making a sound and allowing him all the time he needed. If Joker wanted to talk, he'd listen, if he wanted Garrus to speak instead, he'd comply. Until he gave any notion towards a preference, however, he remained silent]
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[So Garrus settled for putting an arm around the pilot's shoulders instead, not making a sound and allowing him all the time he needed. If Joker wanted to talk, he'd listen, if he wanted Garrus to speak instead, he'd comply. Until he gave any notion towards a preference, however, he remained silent]