[ 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.
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[ 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.