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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.

[Hand-holding. That always seems intimate for humans... but Garrus knows by now not to consider that the way Ryan means something. It's probably meant to be an encouraging gesture or something.]

We'll go nice and slow. And if I have to pick you up, all I require is enough of a warning so I can set you down and you can get sick on the wall or floor, not on me.

[Garrus grabs the water before starting to keep pace with Ryan.]

Just keep it easy.

I don't think I'm gonna get sick.

[But it's not a possibility he's discounting completely, either. Ryan manages to make it to the door just fine, a little uneasy on his feet-- when he opens the door, though, the brighter light gets a groan out of him as he reaches up with one arm to cover his eyes.]

God, I need sunglasses for this shit--

[He at least doesn't give up, feeling for the doorframe with his free hand and stumbling blindly out of the room. Then he pauses, leaning against the wall while he shifts his arm from covering his eyes to shading them, trying to let himself adjust instead of just dealing with it head-on.]

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