[ He clicks his tongue, reaching up again, his frustration ubbling up. His hands settle on either side of Garrus' face. Does it really help for them to have this discussion now? They both know what's ahead. This is only serving to upset them both. ]
Save your concern for when you'll need it, Garrus.
[ He doesn't bother trying to explain the kind of perspective dimensional travel gives you; even now he struggles to piece his emotions together. He suspects he won't know how to really feel about what's coming until it arrives--and figures the same for Garrus. ]
[He takes a breath, meeting Noh's gaze. There's no desire for a fight in him. No, rather, he knows how hard the upcoming mission may well be and he doesn't want to disrupt this time. Leaning forward, into the touch, his forehead touches Noh-Varr's.]
As long as you want.
[All may go to chaos on the planet's surface. Gliese's message has shown where are few cracks are, where he needs to help out. He has a half-dozen people who will be far more troubled than Noh, and no idea how to protect them all. At least right now he can have this moment.
His hands slide around Noh's waist, urging his lover closer.]
There's no one else I'd rather be with.
[Macha can bring its problems in its own time. But it is not here yet.]
Hello, Mr. Vakarian. I have heard of some of the different obstacles each of our groups faced, so I hope this message finds you in good health. For the sake of asking, is there anything you would have me do?
Anything that may help us set up camp more thoroughly, really. Considering the rather hostile surroundings, I thought I would offer help where needed, though I would not wish to assume in that area.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
As for the price, none. This would benefit my young master and I as well, after all.
Any good with wood? If there's a tree or two fallen over and we find something to use on it, we could make some sort of seating. Common area of sorts, place for hanging out during downtime.
I have some experience with woodworking, yes, so I would be happy to help fashion something along those lines.
[ It's not what Sebastian expected, since he was thinking more defensive actions, but really, he's just happy to have something to do. He loves chores... ]
[He figures that can come tomorrow, after everyone's here, just to lessen the risk of new arrivals tripping something up.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Style? Something you can sit on. Or any of us can sit on. Except Temeraire. He's probably fine without, and we're not gonna be making a chair that big.
[ Oh man. Sebastian is definitely cracking up on his end, so he's glad that this is text. Ciel is going to struggle so much, and it's going to be hilarious. ]
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
True enough. At least I have faith that if nothing else, the young master is adaptable. [ to his credit, he did sleep under a tree, which is a far cry away from his plush king bed... ]
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
I do not mind at all. I was hoping for as much, considering the circumstances of this planet being a little unusual, to use an underwhelming word.
I think we've got other people with royal claims too. But all that means is that they got born to someone with a title. Shouldn't give them any sort of special treatment.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Glad to hear that. Let's let the rest of the recruits arrive and revisit this then.
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