[His eyes close when he feels talons comb through his hair, answering the gesture with an indistinct but contented little sound; they stay that way when Garrus answers, because he's all too aware of how easy it is to read him when they're open.
Figures, but it's not a surprise. Take long enough to gather the nerve to push a bit further, and what else can you expect? Ryan doesn't answer immediately, still leaning on him without looking at him, until finally he murmurs a response.]
That's fair.
[No arguments from him. There's no reason to, he's got no claim, just interest and a tentative agreement he let sit for too long. (Or maybe it would've been the same, hell if he knows.) He drags up a small smile, reaches up to brush his fingertips over one of the turian's mandibles.]
I'll leave it at this, then, promise. Just the one. [And with that he lifts his head just enough to press a brief, thoroughly chaste kiss against the same mandible, more a peck than anything.]
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Figures, but it's not a surprise. Take long enough to gather the nerve to push a bit further, and what else can you expect? Ryan doesn't answer immediately, still leaning on him without looking at him, until finally he murmurs a response.]
That's fair.
[No arguments from him. There's no reason to, he's got no claim, just interest and a tentative agreement he let sit for too long. (Or maybe it would've been the same, hell if he knows.) He drags up a small smile, reaches up to brush his fingertips over one of the turian's mandibles.]
I'll leave it at this, then, promise. Just the one. [And with that he lifts his head just enough to press a brief, thoroughly chaste kiss against the same mandible, more a peck than anything.]