Fine, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't Thought about it, I guess. Like, once.
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
But that's what happens when you kiss someone! Especially since it was my first kiss in a pretty long time, you know? And with someone I have to see every day, whether I like it or not. It's hormones or whatever. So it's not that weird, even if it's stupid.
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
It still doesn't mean anything. It was just a dumb kiss and they're dumb little feelings that'll go away eventually.
Why are they dumb? Why should they go away? Maybe the kiss was just a token, Ino, but you do like him. What's the point of ignoring that?
[It's not like Jean's going to decide to need more people. He's... Jean.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Just because I'm crashing and burning doesn't mean you have to or will. You're close in age, similar enough in mission-mindset. You could be good for each other. Could learn from each other, too.
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I don't like him! It was just the kiss that messed everything up!
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
That's why I'm ignoring it. I mean, this is what happens when you're around people all the time—you think I didn't get all weird around my teammates sometimes? Or my sensei?
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
Besides, it doesn't matter anyway. Even if we were good for each other or whatever, which we're not, he's just not my type. And I'm obviously not his.
[ The more Garrus talks, the angrier Noh-Varr becomes, until eventually he discards the emotion altogether. It's too much anger, too much to care about in one fell burst, the implication too large. They're expendable, their captain and instructors centuries old, unfathomable. It does him no good to dwell on what-ifs. Shepard was made a Grey and her crew still lives. He'll focus on that.
He lets Garrus pull him towards the bed, and they fall on the edge together. Garrus is still taller, but it's easier this way for him to tuck his head gently against Garrus' keel.
At his Orange assessment, he'd spoken to Warriorhead about the oath sworn by Kree cadets. The first part goes: Sentient beings are numberless. I vow to save them all. On the scale of an entire species, it represents the moral responsibility of the Kree to strike down their enemies, to gathering other living things into the Empire, and to destroy foreign gods with reason and science. On the scale of a single Kree soldier, its means protecting the citizens of the Empire, protecting one's crew and, in a secondary capacity, the self.
He can't save sentient life. But he can do what he can to save these people, this ship. He owes it to himself to try. ]
Promise me you'll keep yourself safe. [ When the time comes. Because it will come. Neither of them can deny it now. ]
You've got a drive and a fire that he needs to learn. He's got a calm head that could balance you. You bicker a lot, but it's not nasty fighting. It's fond.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
And let's reflect on Jean's type. Women with good hair who could kick his ass. Let's look at you. A woman who has good hair who could kick his ass. I'm seeing parallels.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Beyond that, really not sure how types matter all that much. Sometimes what you need isn't what you thought you did.
[Sometimes it surprises you in the flash of a smile reaching bright green eyes.]
[Keep himself safe. From death, he means, and Garrus can do that. But he's already lost himself here. Garrus closes his eyes, rubbing a mandible against Noh's hair, feeling the way the individual strands rub and tickle. He's entirely lost. But this isn't what Noh-Varr's talking about, and at least Garrus can pretend any emotions he's feeling are on the other topic.]
I will. I'll keep myself safe, and as many of those who are mine as I can. My squad, my crew, my friends. My priority.
[Until revelation do them part, likely. Garrus can't bring himself to bring it up right now. Maybe after planetfall. Just let him have a little more time. A little longer to hold Noh-Varr, to have this.]
You'll be keeping yourself safe.
[He knows Noh will. That's both a comfort and the same thing that's going to take Noh-Varr from him.]
I think you're in denial. But I've hidden in denial myself before, and so it's not my place to push you out of it if you're not comfortable. Teasing, yeah. But I can stop telling people if you want.
[ Garrus is so earnest. He promises himself so readily, and Noh-Varr wishes he could do the same. He leans forward, kissing the Turian's mouth plates, gently, then his nose, and his forehead, even though the hide is too thick to feel much. Garrus deserves his honesty in this. ]
Macha doesn't bother me. [ He doesn't mince words. There's no point. ] I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed.
[ A beat passes, as he caresses Garrus' cheeks, thumbs trailing down the mandibles. ] I think it's regrettable. But I'm ready to do what I need to do.
[Garrus hears the words, takes the time to process them. It's funny, how both Shepard and Noh-Varr agreed, and one is struggling while the other is flourishing. But it's hard to grasp how this doesn't bother his lover. He pulls back from the gentle kisses enough to see Noh's face.]
That you're going to kill sentient beings who haven't done anything wrong doesn't bother you? At all?
[There's a difference between being aware of it coming down to this sometime, and actually having the time come.]
If it's regrettable, that means some regret, doesn't it? That it has some impact?
[Would Garrus be here if he'd had full disclosure? He doesn't think so. A couple of years ago, sure. But not as he is now. And yet he can't blame those who are here. Can't be angry with them, bothered by their choices. These worlds would be destroyed anyway, with or without them.]
It's not denial. I just told you what it was, didn't I?
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
Besides, even if it was, would you really be able to blame me? I mean, think about it, Garrus.
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
Jean is dumb and obnoxious and doesn't know how to keep his big mouth shut. And I'm way hotter than him. Like, I'm totally out of his league, and you can't even deny that.
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
And he likes someone else. Not me. So excuse me if I'm not super excited by the idea of falling for another person who doesn't like me back.
FROM: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
It doesn't matter how much you try to convince me. I'm not doing that again.
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