Before Shepard, Garrus always thought human hands were odd - why so many fingers? Why the nails? Why so small?
But of course, Shepard had to go and change that when she made him fall in love with everything about her. Well, okay, she didn’t make him, but it damn well felt like it when you touch her hand for the first time in six months and realise just how much you’ve missed her, how much you’ve needed her, how you’d do almost anything to hold her hand again at any given moment.
He loves how soft her fingers are. He loves how nimble and tender they can be. He loves how there’s more of them to wrap between and around his own, how they manage to fit perfectly. He loves the way they can hold, clasp, drag and pull at his body. He loves how they can say things words can’t.
He holds her hand more than he probably should, but he doesn’t care, and neither does she.
Talking to a romanced Garrus in ME2 is quite fun because you keep getting that “blabla we’ll have to figure out how to do it blabla” talk from Garrus who sounds super nervous while your Shepard is just like: