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FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org I've seen some human vids. FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org Thanking properly always involved... pressure. And then expectations. And then other things. FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org Better topic. How do you fight?

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

...wait you mean like

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

that's not what I meant, I swear. I'm hungover here, you are way overestimating my abilities to do anything but type and stay in bed right now. could go for a hug, maybe.

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

and I use daggers.

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org I wasn't sure. Not after the last time you went off to sleep. FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org And I'm teaching you how to use a gun.

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

well in all fairness I don't know if that was serious or not either. so. we're on the same page.

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

by 'I don't do guns' I meant I don't like them.

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org Uh. Okay. I'll remember that. Expected a denial. Or something. FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org And daggers aren't gonna do enough to protect you here when you're not one of the people super-trained in using them. I'd rather you survive.

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

humans are full of mystery I guess. and confusion. mostly confusion?

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

I would rather not use them, I think we're at cross purposes here

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

you're still coming over right? or did that weird you out? I'm not sure.

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org Tell me where I'm coming and I'll be there. With my smallest gun, which you're gonna hold.

FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org

when I said I could maybe go for hugs that is 100% not what I meant, your gun doesn't qualify

[He's sending the room info over regardless, though.]

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org Guns give the best hugs. I'm on my way.

[And several minutes later there's a knock at the door. It is a turian, bearing water. And a gun.]

[He's getting out of his bunk just long enough to go open the door-- and when he does, he groans quietly and reaches a hand up to shade his eyes, stepping aside to let Garrus in and then shutting the door with a sigh of relief.]

--hey. You were serious about bringing that, huh.

[Ryan retreats to his bunk, gesturing for him to follow. He's wearing rumpled clothes he evidently fell asleep in, and he's just gonna make himself comfy.]

I don't really go anywhere without at least one gun.

[There's a pause and then Garrus follows Ryan, taking a seat next to the human and holding out the jug of water first.]

Here. I don't know if you have enough. But if nanites aren't helping, this might.

[Gun holding after. ...And hug. If Ryan actually wants a hug. Garrus isn't as against them as he used to be.]

Somehow I'm not actually that surprised.

[He takes the water with a nod and a small, grateful smile, pausing there to drink. Getting out of bed to grab some hadn't been something he cared to do, this helps.]

Haven't tried them, honestly, I felt like it might be a little much for this. ...and okay, I've been here with my head under a pillow most of the morning anyway.

Which is now a bad idea because instructors are gonna have us reporting in. Yeah.

[Garrus shakes his head.]

Can't really do anything for you, medical-wise. They've got medical facilities, but I'm guessing you don't wanna go in there for this, either. Might not have much of a choice, though. Not if they call Orange soon. Gonna bet they're really gonna focus on you and Noh.

[A beat.]

Uh. No pressure. But... yeah. You know why.

Yeah. No pressure. I think Dagger was fucking with me with the comment on possibly being eaten for almost failing, but I have no clue with him.

[NOT THAT HE'S STRESSED OR ANYTHING.

He takes a much longer drink, wrinkles his nose, and mutters-]

Gotta be someone I can bother to fix this, I'll-- I'll deal with it. Everything else is kinda up in the air.

[And with that, he's just going to lean against Garrus. How comfy he is to rest against isn't important, he just needs the contact.]

[He's still not really used to people doing that, leaning on him just like that, but it's Ryan. This human's allowed to do that. Garrus exhales, relaxing as well.]

Dagger was. It's what he does. Fucking with people, I mean. And there's a mage here. Anders. He can do magically healy stuff. I don't really understand it. Figure there's some sort of scientific explanation, but I don't have it yet.

[Just like there's got to be one for what Farrow can do.]

Let me know when you're starting to feel better, because I'm not relenting about the gun. Especially considering how chaotic that last push was.

...can it wait.

[Ryan huffs out a breath and settles more-- excuse him while he practically buries his face up against Garrus, he was not kidding about burrowing into the bed before.]

After assessments? I'll deal with it then, okay, after I know just where I stand with- everything.

[He looks down at the human and gives in. The guy's made himself miserable. Garrus doesn't need to harass him right now.]

After assessments. You'll train with me and I'll get you up to speed. And you'll bring the gun that got issued to you when you arrived, yeah?

[With care to avoid jostling Ryan, Garrus slings the gun back over his shoulder. And then, a little awkwardly, he puts an arm around Farrow.]

Rest for a bit. Then we'll make sure you have a better chance of survival.

Yeah, okay.

[He doesn't argue the point about not liking them, not now. It's a talk he wants to avoid for the time being; instead he just tries to get more comfortable, wraps an arm around Garrus in return with a pleased little sound. The motion's a bit fumbling, but- well, he's absolutely not turning it down, this tends to be rare.]

...sorry m'not great company right now. You don't have to stay.

[Just giving him an out, in case. Ryan would obviously like him to stick around, he's practically clinging, but he has to at least offer the excuse.]

Yeah, yeah.

[His voice is friendly and Garrus doesn't shift.]

You called me here, so I'm here. And I'm not always the best company either, so you're fine.

[It's weird to just sit here with someone using him as the world's most uncomfortable cushion, but Garrus will deal. And look at his blackglass and type a few messages while he lets Ryan unwind some.]

You looking to fall asleep, or...? Not complaining, just curious.

If you mean 'did I call you over here just to be a pillow', no.

[There's a brief laugh stifled against him, a tiny shake of Ryan's head-- just enough for the gesture to be clear. He's trying not to make the headache any worse.]

Just- don't have a lot to say, I guess, I already made the thank-yous awkward enough.

[After a short pause, he adds:]

--but I did mean it. Couldn't've taken care of that if it was just me and Noh-Varr.

[Garrus makes an amused, low noise.]

You're not the only one making things awkward lately. So don't feel bad about it.

[He really needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut. It's getting to make things pretty embarrassing.]

And... You know. Not gonna just... sit there, right? If someone's hurt, I'm gonna do something. If I can. Especially friends.

--just sorry I couldn't do more.

[He shrugs one shoulder, an almost lazy little motion. Moving is not a thing he's keen on at the moment.]

I mean, I try to do the same thing, usually, but- you know. Still didn't mean to leave you stuck with all the actual work.

You were hurt. And your body doesn't react to injury the way mine does. You were fine, Farrow. And that's the end of that.

[He's not going to blame a civilian for not reacting more quickly or efficiently.]

Plus now we all know that in the future if there's any sort of art in the area where we make camp, that gets taken out first.

[--okay, he can't help but laugh at that. It's a good distraction from where his thoughts had been, and it's several moments before Ryan manages to quiet it enough to answer.]

I think we're all pretty done with statues after that, yeah. I don't have a problem with getting rid of 'em.

[He exhales heavily, trying to shake the last of the remaining amusement out of his voice; it's only mostly successful.]

You don't have to call me Farrow, y'know. I mean-- unless you'd rather keep it more formal? I don't want to assume anything, it's-- just, uh, if you're comfortable with it.

Uh. No. Not really trying for formal. It's just reflex.

[Garrus shrugs, remembering only a moment later that he's trying not to jostle the guy using him for a pillow.]

We're military. Turians, I mean. I tend to call people by their family name for a while. Doesn't really mean anything. But I can try to remember to call you Ryan. Especially if you help me take out statues.

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