[He can't help it, Garrus walked right into that one- it's partly under his breath though, juuust loud enough to be heard.]
I know I'm light, that's not my point here. My point--
[Ryan is often a poor actor, but that's when he's trying to hide things. This is more an embellishment-- looking up at Garrus from where his head rests against the turian, chin tilted down slightly for better effect, eyes more heavily lidded in an almost sleepy-looking way. Yes, Garrus is basically getting the puppy eyes here, and he's not half bad at this when he isn't entirely faking it.]
[She's... barely recovered, honestly. Hanna made the brilliant decision of trying a fourth time for the sake of her brother and herself, and it went as well as you'd think it would.
Sauntering over to Garrus, she grins a little at the drinks.]
You're ready, huh?
[The grin doesn't mask the overall exhaustion. Waking up hours later from a blackout does that.]
[Except his voice isn't as in it as it usually is, and his subharmonics are a bit more muted. Twice he's drowned. He can't begin to imagine what it did to her. That's three deaths now with the CDC, and it's little comfort that one was undone and the other two simulated.]
Have a seat, Hanna. Got a couple of hours before I'm next needed, assuming something doesn't come up.
[Which always happens, in his experience, but maybe for once it won't. Maybe they'll be able to catch their breath.]
Company would be good.
[And this way she's spared any chance of feeling guilty or like he's just doing this for her.]
I saw your eyes at the springs. You telling me you were born with cybernetics? I mean, at this point, I'd accept it if you said yes. But that's not something I've heard of before.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
She can merge into your armor? Or is she still separate and just paying attention from her mobile platform?
I wasn't really about to budge you off my lap and you know it. You can stop doing... that.
[Garrus is fairly sure he's good at being stubborn, not weak to pleading or sad expressions, but sometimes humans do manage just the right look to sway him.]
If we're gonna talk about rude, trying that falls under it, I'm pretty sure. Or cheating. And cheating's rude too.
[Slowly, she takes a seat next to him. She's drained, yet it's not the same sort of exhaustion she'd expect from her fires wearing her out.
It's mental as well.]
Yeah. [She sniffles a little.] I need to talk to someone a little more level-headed than D'Artagnan anyway. And someone who wasn't trying to actively kill me in the Black Box.
[Not that D'Artagnan wasn't level-headed, it was just that he's as rash as she is at times. Garrus? Not so much.]
It's his kindness that makes her heart hurt the most, but at least it gets a watery smile out of her. She sniffs, pulls her sleeves over her hands and wipes her eyes. Picks herself up and heads over to Garrus' room, where she doesn't waste any time pulling him into a tight hug. ]
Then it's just revenge for you two cheating! ...but okay, okay, I'm done.
[Not like he could have kept it up anyway, with the grin threatening to ruin that expression-- it's amused at first, but quickly softens as he lets his eyes slide shut. Fun as the teasing is, he wasn't lying about the comfort. Even if Garrus is right about the fact that he's not terribly soft, it's less about physical enjoyment and more about the closeness and contact; it's just nice, in a way that curling up against blankets and pillows doesn't really match.]
I don't make a habit of using that against anyone, promise.
Do me a favor and chase off your many admirers before I get there. ;)
[And that will be the last message John sends before he heads toward the safe zone. He'd never spent a long time in there because it was hard to think with all the noise, not to mention the fact that it made him feel much like a cow being herded for slaughter.
But Garrus seems like a good prospect for information, if anything Shepard told him was true. He's come to trust her word a little more these days.]
[Garrus is leaning on a wall near the doorway when John arrives, keeping an eye on people but also keeping a decent distance. He's not sure what Crichton means by the admirers line, but he figures being separate will do it. Besides. No Noh-Varr here at the moment makes that lack of admirers easy to obtain.]
Hey, Crichton. I'm here. You wanna go for a walk, or...?
[He doesn't answer right away -- he glances around the roo mto take stock of everyone who is there before focusing on the much taller alien in front of him.]
No. Here is fine.
[There was more to focus on in a large area, enough noise that people would ignore two more people talking in a corner. He gestures to pull away from the doorway a bit and props himself up against a wall once he's comfortable.]
Saw you been busy. How you doin' with all this insanity, big fella?
['Big Fella' gets an amused mandible flicker from Garrus. That's much better than ET or Garry. He can live with it.]
Doing. Mostly a lot of babysitting babysitters.
[He's not serious. Green's job is important, and he doesn't think of all of the crew as children. There's a fair bit of herding, but that's just a part of things.]
How are you doing in Grey? You looking for something to do?
[He'd had a feeling a hug is exactly what Ino needs, and therefore there's no surprise when she comes in and initiates it. Garrus embraces her back.]
You're welcome, Ino.
[Somehow there's now about a half-dozen human young that he's come to care for and feel protective of... which means sooner or later he's going to have to message Sasuke and deal with this, too.]
Someone's gonna come along and blow Sasuke out of the spaceport. Just watch and see.
[The comment about grey gets a scoff, one that may or may not be slightly sardonic. It definitely has a 'lets not talk about it' implication to go along with it.]
Actually, I might have something for you to do. Depends how much you trust me.
[This is the part where John folds his arms across his chest and lowers his voice a bit, reaching up only to scratch at the meager stubble on his face.]
He might not be bad to be in touch with now, too. I mean, he's been here for a while and is digging as much as anyone else.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Things might fall apart. They might not. We dug up a blueprint for a weapon against the reapers, something that was tucked away until Liara came across it. Multiple cycles have worked on it.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
They all fell short of making it. But we've constructed the half that needed to be built, and we're on our way to attach it to the other piece. We've got a shot. Provided this actually does what it's supposed to do.
[Shepard. That's not a complicated topic at all. But if she did trust someone, trusted them enough to tell them about Garrus, then that puts some serious points in John's corner.]
If Shepard trusts you, then I'm listening. And I was. That's when she met me, when I was still playing good cop, bad cop with all sorts of scum.
[As he talks, Garrus drops his blackglass into an armor compartment. There's something about the way that the human's voice has dropped that says it might be prudent to not have the creepy charm out right now.]
[Garrus snickers before reaching back and grabbing one of his blankets. If Ryan's going to get cozy and close his eyes, might as well make sure the both of them are warm.]
That's good, considering we had your well-being on our minds when we did that. Oh, and then he turned around and blackmailed me into resting too. Because he thought it was funny, or something.
[Because Noh had known Garrus needed it, even if Garrus hadn't wound up able to really use that time constructively.]
Noh-Varr is, well. Noh-Varr.
[There's a warmth in his voice that's pretty unconscious. Part of it's due to having warm company, relaxed company, a friend to unwind some with. And part of it is the particular subject at hand.]
[Which probably doesn't bode well for upcoming installments, though he'd be pretty impressed with himself to find out that he doesn't come across as very rash anymore.]
Didn't see anyone I know in there. But... I probably still know some of what you're dealing with.
[Seeing as death is a familiar thing by now.]
Knew it wasn't going to be easy. Didn't realize it would be quite that, hah, intense. Really glad it wasn't someone I had an interest in coming at me, too. Seen you and him on the network.
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