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...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.

It's a thing for military humans too, I get it. M'just used to reading it as a formality, I'm-- hell, I don't even need to say I've always been pretty civilian, huh.

[If he's jostled too much, he doesn't seem to mind; Ryan simply shifts a bit more, turns slightly to wrap both arms around him. It's a little easier that way, not to mention the fact that facing Garrus a bit more means he's speaking more clearly.]

So taking out statues, detecting things for you-- any other conditions I should be aware of here?

[He manages a small grin there, definitely not serious.]

[Garrus snickers.]

Yes. Training with me. Also, if I get sick, you're bringing me water.

[The opening was there, and he was going to take it. Sure, there was teasing involved in this, but he's not giving up on teaching Ryan how to shoot. The guy isn't going to be as vulnerable a target for long. Garrus will make sure of it.]

We won't leave you quite as much of a civilian.

Careful asking me to help out if you're sick. I've been told I hover.

[No he knows he damn well hovers. It's just what he does.]

-are you working with Sun and Shepard's thing? Because I'm already signed on for that.

I'm working with Sun and Shepard's thing. But that's general training for groups, by the sounds of what they're putting together. Glad you're signed up.

[He's pretty impressed, actually. That's not going to be an easy program.]

Still. Gonna be giving you tips and working with you too. Keep you up to speed with it. And I'll decide if I get sick if I want hovering or not, how's that?

'Least it won't all be up to you, though. I'll be getting the general stuff from them-- already had someone else get with me about doing training exercises together, that should help.

[Or it will once he's up to, you know, leaving his bunk... look, it's a work in progress, this is merely a setback.]

...and thanks. Probably gonna need all the help I can get, m'still pretty new compared to a lot of the other recruits.

Yeah, you might wish it was all up to me by the time they're through with you.

[Shepard and Sun. Those are two soldiers who seem to both know about putting people through the wringer.]

But I'll help you out. Didn't let the crash kill you. Won't let my commander and a commando do it.

--that bad, huh.

[He leans back just enough to raise a brow at Garrus.]

Aeryn's one of my roommates here, I might need the occasional rescue in that case. Or just the occasional escape.

[You know, in case Crichton sets off the goddamn alarm again while he's trying to sleep.]

I'll do what I can. Now. How about we get you over to Medical to see if they can do anything about a hangover? Evaluations are starting. Got one of my own to think about, and people on every team to wait around for.

[And people on every team to worry about now, too. ]

That means getting up though.

[It's a little more petulant than he really wanted it to be, and he can't help but wrinkle his nose at the sound of it.]

...apparently whining's a side effect too. D'you think they'll buy it if I blame all this on still feeling the concussion?

Nope. I don't think they'll buy it at all. Come on, Ryan. Up you get.

[Garrus doesn't move to get Ryan up, figuring the human will move at his own speed.]

Better me telling you to get up than the next announcement being Warriorhead ordering all Oranges somewhere, yeah?

...okay, okay, point. At least it's not both of you this time.

[It's another few seconds before Ryan grumbles quietly under his breath and pushes himself back up, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and fumbling for his glasses with the other. The frame isn't entirely straight anymore, and one lens still has a spiderweb crack covering a good half of it, but the other's mostly okay (and it's better than nothing.]

Gotta bother them to send me to whoever does optometry anyway, get these replaced fast as I can.

[The 'both' comment got a quiet chuckle. If Noh-Varr hadn't been so injured, there was a fair chance Garrus wouldn't be here right now.]

Shame your people don't have gene repair tech yet. Hadn't seen glasses outside of old vids until I got here. Could always see if the CDC can make them not necessary anymore. But I'd ask the price of that before getting it done.

[No need to give away the homeworld while trying to save it.]

...Actually, how does that work? You heal, but your eyes don't? Your body sees injuries as issues but not degenerating eyesight?

Injuries are trauma. Triggers a response for your body to fix it, yeah? But things like being nearsighted, or having some kind of defect-- it's different. Bodies don't have a response to fix an eye that's shaped a little wrong the same way they have one to scab over a wound or attack an infection.

[He shrugs slightly, adjusts his glasses to try to see around the damaged area a little better.]

We've got surgeries that can fix eyesight, in all fairness, I just- couldn't afford that.

I'm... I'm sorry.

[He feels a little stupid now.]

Lot of stuff I sorta... take for granted. Forget that... Yeah. How are you... You need a hand with walking? Or...

[Make that very stupid.]

I don't know.

It's more advanced where you come from. Don't worry about it. Besides, apparently the health benefits here are pretty good.

[He's not sure what counts as some kind of reassuring gesture for turians-- so Ryan just reaches for one of his hands, keeping hold of it for a couple moments before he lets go again.

With that, he nudges himself to his feet. Okay, balance isn't awful, he feels kind of shaky, thank god he doesn't quite feel like he's gonna be sick; he might be fine.]

...I think I'm good? No promises about making it the whole way. --god, the lights are gonna be on, definitely no promises.

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