[Stiffly he manages to close the door behind her, shaking his head as he moves to take a seat of his own.]

Died once and I still need a chair, so who am I to judge what dead people need? And I'm... I'm alive, Vriska.

[He wishes there was better he could say. They hurt him, but worse, they hurt people he cared about and it's not something he can let go of. Garrus glances down.]

Not double-dead yet. It's something.