[He's thankful for the way Noh undresses. The kree is gorgeous, desirable, but Garrus has no desire for anything more physical than Noh-Varr's arms right now. He can't. There's too much going on in his head.

Garrus closes the privacy screen before pulling off his tunic and leggings and joining Noh on the bed.]

I... Years. I've followed her for years. Her leadership's the reason we've still got a galaxy to fight for. Why I am who I am. I mean I... Hell, I was an asshole. I complain about Leng, but a decade ago... And that's off track.

[He shakes his head while reaching behind them to tug blankets down. It gives him time for another breath.]

Sorry. It's scattered. I'm scattered. Point is, I owe her a lot. But she went off. If what Armada said is true, and he doesn't have a reason to lie, she went way off. And I backed her up blindly because she's been my best friend for years and didn't-- I backed her up.

[He hadn't known what all she'd said, how far she'd gone. But that doesn't actually matter.]

Without looking deeper, I did that, while the ship's dealing with a situation. When I need to be alert and taking care of my duty and my people.

[When he's made a promise to take care of his squad.]

I can't... I...

[He takes another breath, reaching up for his visor and pulling it off, holding it in his hands.]

I lost a squad once. Same damn way. Same stupid, blind way. Closed my eyes to what was going on and saw what I wanted to see.